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I Am Disappeared ukulele

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C C Csus4 Csus2
          I keep having
C          Csus4       Csus2                C 
dreams of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
   Csus4             Csus2                          C
Of people wrapped up tight in the thing that'll kill them
     Csus4            Csus2                           C
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
     Csus4       Csus2                  Am
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
               G
I keep having dreams


Am                      F
Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
                   G                Am
I went back to her house and I slept beside her
            Am                             F
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
     G                Am
Terrified of her own insides
                  Am              F
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
             G                Am
Breaking through a life of a rehearse
          Am                  F
She can't remember which came first
              G                    Am
The house the home or the terrible thirst
                 G
She keeps having dreams


F                    G
      And on the worst days
G                     C                       F
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes
F                              G                        C
      She's got her cowboy boots and her keys on the bed stand
                   F
So she can always run
F
She could get up and shower in half an hour
F         Am
She'd be gone


Am                                       F
I keep having dreams of things I need to do
          G                      Am
Of waking up and not following through
                   Am            F
It feels like I haven't slept at all
                 G                         Am
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Am                         F
Posters of Dylan and Hemingway
           G                        Am
An antique cupboard ... sailor's escape (?)
              Am                  F
She says you just can't live this way
           G              Am
I close my eyes and never say
                  G
I'm still having dreams


F                    G
      And on the worst days
G                     C                       F
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes
F                      G                        C
      I sleep with my passport, one eye on the back door
                  F
So I can always run
         Fm
I could get up and shower in half an hour
        Am
I'd be gone


Am
   And come morning   I am disappeared
C                 G
   Just an imprint    on the bed sheets


Dm                    Am
   And by the roadside   with my thumb out
C                 G
   A car pulls up    and Bob's driving
Dm               Am
   So I climb in    we don't say a word
C                 G
   As we pull off    into the sunrise


Dm                  Am
   And these rivers    of tarmac
C                    G
   Are like arteries     'cross the country


Dm
   We are blood cells
Am
   Alive in
C
   The blood stream
G
   and the beating heart of the country


Dm                 Am
   We are electric      pulses
C               G
   In pathways      of the sleeping soul of the country


Dm                 Am
   We are electric      pulses
C               G
   In pathways      of the sleeping soul of the country


Dm
   We are electric
Am                              C
   In the sleeping soul of the country
G
   (the sleeping soul of the country)

Dm Am C G
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