Roxie

 
           Am 
I've got a brick for every window 
         C 
Of every shop in every town 
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Where you used the wrong bathroom 
            D 
Because someone else was around. 
 

 
           Am 
I've got a sheet to cover up 
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Any mirror that ever lied 
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About your body, about your figure 
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About your face, about your size. 
 

 
           Am 
I've got a hug and endless sympathy 
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For every day you went out scared 
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For every bigot in your highschool 
          D 
And every teacher who never cared. 
 

 
           Am 
I've got a packed bowl and some box wine 
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We can sit down on my floor 
        G 
You can tell me about your story 
        D 
And you will not be ignored. 
 

 
              Am 
I've got some tea and cozy blankets 
          C 
If you're sober, you aren't judged 
    G 
I'm sorry if you've felt pressured, 
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Without substance, you're still enough. 
 

 
      Am 
And I promise to weep with you 
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For the loved ones you have lost 
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When you told them who you truly were 
    D 
And when you paid the cost. 
 

 
                Am 
But when you've cried until your eyes hurt 
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And you can't cry anymore 
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You will wake up in the morning 
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Feeling better than before. 
 

 
          Am 
For every little bit of hatred 
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So small that you forgot 
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Until it gets too much and piles up 
    D 
And your walls start to rot. 
 

 
          Am 
For every asshole with a sign 
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Standing outside every pride 
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For every priest who said you weren't enough 
  D 
I promise you he lied. 
 

 
    Am 
The dogwhistles and insults 
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From people who say they care, 
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But when it comes to real acceptance 
            D 
They're the last ones to be there. 
 

 
        Am 
And the snide remarks from parents 
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Who think that it's a phase 
        G 
May you balance out their intolerance 
     D 
With your passion and rage. 
 

 
         Am 
Keep on screaming for forgotten kids 
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Out on the streets and in closets 
     G 
I'll be out here cheering for you 
  D 
Together we can see this through. 
 

 
    Am 
But when you're feeling beaten down 
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'Cause fighting can be a lot 
       G 
We can listen to our vinyls 
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We don't even have to talk. 
 

 
           Am 
I hope you always have somebody 
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Who will listen if you're in need, 
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But if you haven't found that person yet 
    D 
You can confide in me. 
 

 
      Am 
And I hope that you nurture yourself 
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On nights that you're alone 
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Offer yourself the kindness and compassion 
     D N.C. 
That ignorance had stole