Ben Folds – Songs Of Love (Ukulele)

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 Pale, pubescent beasts,

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Roam through the streets and coffee-shops.

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Their prey gather in herds,

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Of stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks.

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But while they search for a mate,

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My type hiber-nate, in bedrooms a-bove,

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Com-posing their songs of love.

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 Young, uniform minds,

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In uniform lines and uniform ties.

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Run round, with trousers on fire,

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And signs of de-sire they cannot dis-guise.

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While I, try to find words,

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As light as the birds, that circle a-bove,

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To put in my songs, of love.

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 Fate doesn't hang on a wrong, or right choice.

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 Fortune de-pends on the tone, of your voice.

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So sing while, you have time,

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Let the sun shine, down from a-bove;

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And fill you with songs, of love.

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G#maj7        Dm7b5     C         C/B   Am
 Fate doesn't hang on a wrong, or right choice.

G#maj7      Dm7b5        C             G
 Fortune de-pends on the tone, of your voice.

   C                     F
So sing, while you still can,

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While the sun hangs, high up a-bove;

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 Wonderful songs of love...

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 Beautiful songs of love...

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 Beautiful songs, of love...

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