Bright Eyes – Classic Cars (Ukulele)

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She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts

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Said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars

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So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar

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To think of them all alone in the dark

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So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen

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She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean

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Gave me anything I wanted, Oh the generosity

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I took all that I could, it was free

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Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds just splattered paint

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It’s a room I’m renovating; it’s a name I gotta change

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If I get out of California I’m going back to my home state

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To tell them all that I made a mistake

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And I keep looking for that blindfold faith

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Lighting candles to a cynical saint

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Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape

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You can go right out of your mind trying to escape

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From the panicked paradox of day to day

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If you can’t understand something then it’s best to be afraid

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The whole world it loves you if you’re a chic chameleon

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Intersecting circles she could hang with anyone

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But when conducting business she would lie about where she’s from

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Saying, "Life is how it is not how it was"

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I learned to listen felt like I was back at school

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She’d talk forever about the phases of the moon

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Saying, "Everything is a cycle, you’ve got to let it come to you

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And when it does, you will know what to do"

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Without even knowing I guess I took up her advice

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Painted her front door it seemed a suitable goodbye

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It’s not that often but I think of her sometimes

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Just something quaint, a couple ships in the night

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And they keep moving at a glacial pace

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Turning circles in a memory maze

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I made a new cast of the death mask that’s gonna cover my face

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I had to change the combination to the safe

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Hide it all behind a wall let people wait

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And never trust a heart that is so bent it can’t break