Indigo Girls – 1 2 3 (Ukulele)

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>From the bowery to the brimstone, I tried to find your heart.

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With drugs of initiation, bottom of the barrel that drops.

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I understand your causes, sympathize the motivation.

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 But all the details of this war are just self-infatuation.

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One Two Three, Nothing's for free

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Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.

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     You better own up to me yeah

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Manic blood runs thick my friend, are you looking for a clean escape?

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What's left when the locks have all been broken, young children of authority?

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How long can you be agile, dancing between the altar and the mercy seat?

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Here's a chance to make a choice, are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?

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One Two Three, Nothing's for free

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Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.

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the basement lies within us,          the fear comes through the door

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  there's nothing left between us,         the fear becomes a roar

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Once that wheel is in motion, don't lose what you have found.

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I'm talking about the burning wheel of tongues, everything that makes it go around.

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We're all born in the devil's scorn, they want to see you die.

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I'm asking you: Are you true?  Everything they say is a lie.

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One Two Three, Nothing's for free

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Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home.

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     You better own up to me yeah