Grateful Dead – Eyes Of The World (Ukulele)

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Right outside this lazy summer home

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You ain't got time to call your soul a critic no

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Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home

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Wonderin' where the nut-thatch winter's wings a mile long

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Just carried the bird away

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Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world

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But the heart has its beaches its homelands and thoughts of its own

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Wake now discover that you are the song that morning brings

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But the heart has its seasons its evenings and songs of its own

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There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away

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There follows a wagon behind him that's loaded with clay

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And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay- ay

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And night comes so quiet it's close on the heels of the day

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Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

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Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home

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Sometimes we ride on your horses sometimes we walk alone

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Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own