Matthew Good – Load Me Up (Ukulele)

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Picture yourself   //  Sleeping on a plane

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There’s something ticking in the overhead  // And inside your brains.

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There’s bodies in the water // And bodies in the basement

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If heaven’s for clean people, it’s vacant.

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Hey are ya, are ya, are ya // Are ya, you know.

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Hey are ya, are ya, are ya // Are being careful?

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Hey are ya, are ya, are ya // Are ya luke warm?

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Hey, yeah you, are

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I’m frantic

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So load me up   // Whatever puts me

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All the way out.

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Whatever puts me all the way out.

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Picture yourself // Swimming in an ocean

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A million miles from nowhere // And the nearest phone.

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There’s bodes in the water // Floating all around you,

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And all of them are talking // And they’re comedians.

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Hey are ya, are ya, are ya // Are ya, you know.

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Hey are ya, are ya, are ya // Are ya special?

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Hey are ya, are ya, are ya // Are ya deformed?

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Hey, yeah you, are

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I’m frantic

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So load me up   // It seems so practiced,

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Me fucking this up // Whatever puts me

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All the way out.

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Whatever puts me all the way out.

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Picture yourself   // At the MGM Grand,

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Murphy’s fighting Hokem // You’re in the stands, and

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There’s somebody in the water // Middle of the ocean

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Million miles from nowhere // And they’re alone.

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And I’m there alone

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So, so deformed.

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So, so deformed.

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So, so deformed.

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I’m frantic

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So load me up   // It seems so practiced,

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Would you take me and take me and take me

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All the way out.

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Whatever puts me all the way out.

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Whatever puts me all the way out.

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Whatever puts me all the way out.