Florence + The Machine – My Boy Builds Coffins (Ukulele)

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My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails

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He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails

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He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs

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He can't carve a whistle 'cause he just doesn't care

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My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor

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Kings and queens, they've all knocked on his door

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Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves

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They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please

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My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day

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But it's not just for work and it isn't for play

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He's made one for himself

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One for me too

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One of these days he'll make one

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For you

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For you

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For you

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For you

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My boy builds coffins for better or worse

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Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse

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He fits them together in sunshine or rain

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Each one is unique, no two are the same

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My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame

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That when each one's been made he can't see it again

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He crafts every one with love and with care

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Then it's thrown in the ground, it just isn't fair

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My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day

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But it's not just for work and it isn't for play

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He's made one for himself

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One for me too

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One of these days he'll make one