I used to hate the sand
          Gbm
Now all I want is to be buried in it
               A
I used to hate holding your hand
                   Bm
But I took my skin for granted
          D
I love the ocean
     Gbm
Only cause you were there
                      A
When you heard of the news
                        Bm
You weren't even scared
                    D
I wanna scoop out my cheeks
                        Gbm
So you can't pinch them anymore
                           A
I want to add to my legs
                      Bm
And be as tall as the morgue
                        D
I want the fat in my arms to melt off my bones
              Gbm                            A
And my stomach to fall out right onto the floor board
            Bm                           D
Arms, legs, gut, face
 A
All of the things you love but I hate
 Gbm
Arms, legs, gut, face
  A                                         Gbm
All of the things you will never see again
  A                                         Gbm
All of the things you will never see again
  A                                         Gbm
All of the things you will never see again
  A                                         Gbm
All of the things you will never see again
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