James Blunt – Miss America (Ukulele)

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Did someone give you something to help you ease the pain?

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Like the liquor in the bottle, we watched you slip away.

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And I feel as if I know you through the bars of a song.

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Always surrounded but alone.

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 But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America.

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 We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America.

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 And as you fall apart, we just call it art.

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 Was it so hard to breathe?

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Was the picture in the paper not the face you recognise?

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Did the make up never make up for the pain behind your eyes?

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Cos I feel as if I know when you're on my silver screen

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But I don't know the dark places that you've been.

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 But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America.

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 We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America.

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 And as you fall apart, we just call it art.

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 Was it so hard to breathe?

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 Does another voice sing in Heaven's choir tonight,

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    To fill the silence left behind?

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  And I don't know what goes on in your mind

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    I'm sure it's enough to make me cry.

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Someday we'll find you lived fore - ver.

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 But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America.

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 We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America.

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 And as you fall apart, we just call it art.

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 Was it so hard to breathe?