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Flowers For My Brain ukulele

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G                              D
We're just whistling past the graveyard
                            G
Laughing in backseats and restaurants
                                 D
Don't know ourselves well but so what

We know each other
Am
Floating down from all my mixed up meditations
D
Trying to straighten out my spine
Em
It's been folding in the moments that I need it
C
I'm obsessing over finish lines
Am
Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me
D
Said I remind you of a joke
Em
I think you might actually me on to something 
C                                            D
There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously 

G,D x2

G                                         D
We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane
                                           G
But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain
                                    D
And I still pull my hands past your ribcage 
                           Am                      D             
Hoping my movements might find their place at your side
        Am           D
For as long as you'd like
                                        G
And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed 
                           D                               G
Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress
                    D
Glowing in radiant madness
                      Am
Certain of all we're become

Am, D x4

Am                                          D
Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds
Em                                         C
Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind
Am                                         D
Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt
Em                                   C        D
Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout (x2)


G                              D
We're just whistling past the graveyard

            
            
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