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Am Em
 
Am                  Em            Am
I found a small red boy inside my tummy
     C                 Em                  Am
With three dollars in change and a milky way light
      C                     Em                  Am
In my occasional pursuit to find something more meaningful
    F                                 G
And yet another word that rhymes with die
Am                Em            Am
I cut him out and put him on my table
    F                 G                    Am
His shallow breathing chest would fall and rise
     C                Em                Am
His 'South of Heaven' shirt was way too big for him
    F
His horns were long and sharp 
            G
And then he opened up those eyes that said 
   C           Am           Em
"I am, I am, I am, I am the truth."
 
 
Am Em 
 
 
  Am                Em           Am
I showered him with love and adulation
C              Em              Am
One day he was just as tall as me
  C                  Em               Am
I showed him all the books that I was raised on
     F                         G
Your Madeleine L'Engle and D'Aulaires' Mythologies
         Am                 Em                Am
And in a montage that could warm the heart of Hitler,
  C                Em             Am
I raised him up so proud and motherly
  C                Em            Am
I swore that I was glancing in a mirror
            F                                   G
When in the language that I taught him, oh god, he began to speak, he said
  C           Am           Em
I am, I am, I am, I am the truth
  C           Am           Em
I am, I am, I am, I am the truth
 
 
Am Em
 
 
        Am
And his eyes became a beacon
   G                 Em                            F
An LCD projector broadcasting all my memories in a clear and vivid picture
    F
His tongue became a staircase
    G
His uvula the knocker
      Em                             F
Of an ornate wooden door that led me straight into my future
    F                               Em
His throat became a hallway with a thousand baby pictures
    G                           F
And I became forgiveness I transformed into the closure that I lost
F                    G
When I learned about the tragedy of all of us 
  Em                               F
I lost it when I learned about the tragedy of all of us
  F                         G
Incorrigible illness in the loved ones in and out of us
  Em                               F
I lost it when I learned about the tragedy of all of us
  F                                G
I walked through the hallways to a room of only mirrors
Em                            F
Reflecting me in bondage so I watched myself get freer
  F
I let my horns grow longer 
  G
I observed my skin get redder 
   Am
My soul became a hammer 
   C
I started to feel better
   F
My hatred to turned to pity 
   G
My resentment blossomed flowers
   C
My bitter tasting candy 
   Am
My misery was power 
    F
The truth in me grew brighter
   G
My nature and my nurture 
        C
No more shame
        G
No more fear
        Am
No more dread
  F           G            Am
I am, I am, I am, I am the truth.