Bright Eyes – A Song To Pass The Time (Ukulele)

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There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet

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She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat

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While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street

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And they laugh in a language I don't understand

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But I love them... why do I love them?

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So the neighborhood's dimming, I smoke on the porch

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Watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars

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And on their faces just anger or disappointment

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I start wishing there was something I could offer them

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A consolation... what could I offer them?

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And they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn

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And everything they touch gets dusted spotless

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And so they start to believe they've not touched anything at all

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And the cars in the driveway only multiply

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They are lost in their houses, I've heard them sing in the shower

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Making speeches to their sister on the telephone

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Saying you come home, you come here, don't stay so far away from me

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This weather has me wanting love more tangible

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Something I can hold... it's getting cold

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I say hold up our fists to a flame in the sky

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To block out the light that's reaching for our eyes

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'Cause it... 'cause it would blind us, yeah it will blind us

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Well I've locked my actions in the grooves of routine

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So I may never be free of this apathy

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But I wait for a letter that's coming to me

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She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope

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So there still is hope, yes, I can be healed

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There is someone looking for what I've concealed

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In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep

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You will find the reasons that I can't sleep

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And you will still want me... but will you still want me?

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Will you still want me?

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Well, I say come for the week, you can sleep in my bed

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And pass through my life like a dream through my head

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It will... it will be easy, I'll make it easy

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But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time

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A melody to keep me from worrying

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Some simple progression to keep my fingers busy

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And words that are sure to come back to me

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And they'll be laughing... and they'll be laughing

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My mediocrity

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My mediocrity