This is just a very simplified version. [D]Sad as a painted [A]clown,[D] a beautiful boy in an [A]ugly town but [D]when your circus c[A]loses down don't [D]walk away from [A]me [D]you've been asleep too l[A]ong, the [D]birds are bruises [A]in the dawn the [D]pounds of flesh between us [A]stretch as [D]far as you can [A]see A Muted A C But...