Joe Purdy – Last Clock On The Wall (Ukulele)

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Train leaves the station, there's blood on the tracks

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I threw my record player, and you ain't coming back

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And I saw you on the stage, singing songs we used to play

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He'd grown all his hair out, but he still don't look like me

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And I know you were listening 'cause I heard it in a song

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Said "I may be moving babe, but I ain't moving on"

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I can sing you a lullaby that I made up in the dark

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But you know that I think I would rather sing yours

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It's funny they don't make 'em with their voices still shaking anymore

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The whistling of the boxcar threw me out into the wind

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It's cold in San Francisco and I'm thinking back to when

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You dropped me down by the water and you danced on up Golden Gate

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I was thinking about the love we had and the love we used to make

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I saw you up in Washington with your new boy at the gig

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Said "I may be settling baby but I'm settling big"

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Said you couldn't wait on me any longer to decide

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That may be true but it ain't no excuse for you to hide

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Cause your new room with a view is just a fancy place for you to run and hide

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And the last clock on the wall is starting to fall

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And no one seems to mind at all

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And the last clock on the wall is starting to fall

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And no one seems to mind at all

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Oh and I threw my glass down on Main Street, started a fire in the park

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But the crowd I was hoping for, they just vanished in the dark

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So I walked around the corner, yeah with the crazies on the street

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And I saw a girl that looked just like you, she had no shoes upon her feet

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Oh and she said that she heard from angels and they told her what to do

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I said "They may be talking babe, but they ain't talking to you"

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Yes and they told her she could fly if she jumped off a building that was high

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And you know that may be the last thing that she said

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Yeah but I wish that you wouldn't listen to every voice that comes and creeps inside your head

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And the last clock on the wall is starting to fall

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And no one seems to mind at all

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And the last clock on the wall is starting to fall

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And no one seems to mind at all