Hank Green – Looking For Alaska (Guitar)

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    I hope you're somewhere warm and white, like the flowers in your car

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That you've escaped the labrynth of suffer-ing wherever you are

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I got a piece of you tucked away deep inside my mind

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Memories of your poetry and drinking your cheap wine

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  Thomas Edison's last words were it's very beautiful over there

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I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere

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And I hope it's beautiful, like you

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You're beautiful, I never really knew you at all

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Your green eyes still shine with life   in my memory

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Your smell of grass and vanilla and smoke are still alive in me

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I found my great perhaps in Blue Citrus and the smoking hole

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Your end was my be-ginning with the kiss that I stole

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Thomas Edison's last words were it's very beautiful over there

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I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere

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And I hope it's beautiful, like you

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You're beautiful, I never really knew you at all

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  You were the storm that came and went like lightning

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You struck me by sur-prise with the life I thought you might bring

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Someday I'll forget your boozey breath that I can taste still

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We'll always have Crest and pranks and Strawberry Hill

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Thomas Edison's last words were it's very beautiful over there

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I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere

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And I hope it's beautiful, like you

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You're beautiful, and I'm still looking for you

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Alaska