Beck – Aint Your Time To Go (Ukulele)

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Well, if it ain't your time to go then you'd better stay put for now 

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Everybody's got to do their time until it's time 

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And if it ain't broken then break it and say you knew me way back when 

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When fools were fools and all the rest were swine waiting to be defiled 

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I could hang up my shingles out by the side of the road 

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Try to bang the blame out of the cinders you left behind 

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Like a driftwood in the night that was washed up by the light 

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Of the moon that bleached my bones then sent me to the pile 

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Mustard in your smile, land that hand on the radio dial 

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Then the breezes of the season have blown us back to hell 

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It's a stolen telephone that I dialed, blind and alone 

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Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul 

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Now the deserts are in flame and the bandages are the same 

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And the factory's casualties are looking for mangled jewels 

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Well if it ain't your time to go, then you better stay put for now 

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'Cause everybody's got to put their hand upon the hand of the clock 

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Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt