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Teleprompters ukulele

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[Verse 1: Kimya Dawson]
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Ever since I was a kid
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On the backs of my two eyelids
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I hid two Teleprompters there
Transmitting words from who knows where
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A walkie-talkie on a mission
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Roger, roger will I listen
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Or will I just pass it along
In the form of a sing-a-long
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When muse annoys, devoid and null
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I feel a tingle in my skull
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Like ticker tape the words appear
There's a parade between my ears
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I preach self-love, I know it’s true
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It's easier to say than do
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I sing these messages to you
But now I need to hear them too
F              G             F
I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am lovable
F              G             F
I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am lovable

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
             F
I was laying bricks in a line
Yap full of dog toy
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Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol droid
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Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup
First learn to eat pain at St. Peter's preschool-yum
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Now that's a painkiller I can speak through
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Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool
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See, my mother said her father drew a ton
But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in '72
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The year that he would subsequently pass
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I know he had a stroke but I assume that's only half
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But now I'm signing up for finger-drawing class in a tux like a gentleman
Marrying his ash to his dust
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Last on the kickball team draft pick-list
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First to the King Kullen practicing his kickflips
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I'd like to say it's 'cause I was a rebel
Truthfully it's easier to say "oh hell" instead of "hello"
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Hi, you need to get out more
         G
I dunno, I don't wanna be there when the geometry domino
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You need to get out more
Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing
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You need to get out more
       G
Never- I am nailed to the floor-I am snail under pressure
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You need to get out more
Fine

[Verse 3: Kimya Dawson]
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Ever since I was a kid
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On the backs of my two eyelids
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I hid two Teleprompters there
Transmitting words from who knows where
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And this is why when I'm on stage
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My eyes are closed, I'm in a haze
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I looks like I'm made out of clay
I'm overwhelmed and under-glazed
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I'm making vases out of snakes
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I'm a kiln half-full of mistakes
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When kneading it, air’s overlooked
It's gonna crack when it gets cooked
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So self-forgiveness is the key
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To re-sculpting my sanity
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Mindfulness, humility
And taking time to care for me
F
I preach self-love, I know it’s true
G
It's easier to say than do
F
I sing these messages to you
But now I need to hear them too
F              G             F
I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
F              G             F
I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable

[Verse 4: Aesop Rock]
             F
I was laying bricks in a line
Yap full of copper-top
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Picturing a life beyond that of a dish-washer
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Pot buzz ping
Criss-crossed arms in a tub ring
Learned heartbreak on a Zelda-1 sub screen-numb
F                                         G
Learned dark days by the scent of poached dove meat
Some part ways and it's fugly
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Maybe the sum of the parts became lesser
That each individually making the same gesture
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And you don't wanna interrupt the overlapping network
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So you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressure
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To disappear instead of interfere with any customs
Or differing definitions of liberty and justice
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Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt
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He put his head in the hole; he is alone in this world
    F
And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms
Until you hear a little voice say "yo let's go get dessert"
Wait-what?
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You need to get out more
       G
I dunno-over 2 million dead bats in NY alone
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You need to get out more
Maybe, maybe not
Maybe I'll just stay back and survey the lot
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You need to get out more
       G
Never- I am nailed to the floor in a jail made of deserts
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You need to get out more
OK

            
            
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