B C#m B E B I was sick with that old Margaret, for four years, near about D#m G#m D#m G#m young, dumb and dumbstruck when Margie, she blew my candle out B E G#m D#m G#m I’ve got to have me a partner if I’m to sell it all B C#m E B save the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall [Verse 2] B C#m B E B Stare through the beers and year and the bags and bruises fade D#m G#m D#m G#m those grim lines turn sharp and fine, like laws the pilgrim laid B E G#m D#m G#m beaming through all the brag and cuss, promising the fall B C#m E B at the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall [Verse 3] B C#m B E B Soak up their mislaid luck and the floor is a pond of piss D#m G#m D#m G#m the brown glass throws a face back, wondering how it came to this B E G#m D#m G#m something about being there at last makes a man stand tall B C#m E B that’s the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall [Verse 4] B C#m B E B I can’t take up another drink and fight them now no more D#m G#m D#m G#m they’re all moving, you’re one of them, through that Old Holland door B E G#m D#m G#m I’m wishing for a pardon through hoarse and hungry calls B C#m E B towards the mirror I look best in, in the back of this dirty hall
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