Bright Eyes – Easy Lucky Free (Ukulele)

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Did it all get real? I guess it's real enough. 

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They got refrigerators full of blood  

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another century spent pointing guns at anything that moves.

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Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot,

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My twitchin' muscles tease my flippin' thoughts.

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I never really dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground

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But it's all I'm doing now - listening for patterns in the sound 

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Of an endless static sea. 

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But once the satellite's deceased, it blows like garbage through the streets

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Of the night sky to infinity.

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But don't you weep.

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Don't you weep.

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There is nothing as lucky... 

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Honey, don't you weep.

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Don't you weep.

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There is nothing as lucky... as easy... or free.