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Woe Acoustic ukulele

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All the words in my mouth
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that the scene deemed unworthy of letting out
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 banded together
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To form a makeshift militia and burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth.
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I stood proud in the gallery
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with my open socket of a mouth for them to see.
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They all just laughed and said "That boy , he, that boy's got
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woe.(woe.) He lives with woe.(woe.)"
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And this girl who I met
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whose pride makes her hard to forget,
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She took pity on me (horizontally)
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 but most likely because of my band.(hey)
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It's all I can get when I'm lonely
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 and these visions of death seem to own me
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In the quiet of the classrooms all across the stacked United States of
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Woe. We live with woe.
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She said "I can't get laid in this town without these pointy fucking shoes.
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My feet are so black and blue and so are you."
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               G                   F          F             Am
Please take me out of my body up through the palm trees to smell California in sweet
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hypocrisy.
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Floating. My senses surround my body.
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I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn.
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La da da la da da
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So now I'm forging ahead past all the plutocrats who sold me out.
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Go sob in your bed. If life is twice as pretty once your dead then send me a card.
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I'm still the optimist though it is hard when all you want to be is in a dream
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La da da la da da

            
            
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