Chords for The End.

_ _ _ _ _ [G] Now come on, come all to this tragic affair.
[Em] Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair.
[C#m] So throw [C#] on the black dress, mix in with the lot.
[Cm] You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.
[G] If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, [Em] you can find out first hand what
it's like to be me.
[C#m] So gather round, piggies, and kiss this goodbye.
[Cm] I'd encourage your smiles, I'm expert, you won't [G] cry. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Another contusion, my funeral jag.
[Em] Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag.
[C#m] You've got front row seats to the penitent's ball.
[Cm] When I grow up, I want to be Mr.
[G] Quassie. _
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