Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Opium Tea (Ukulele)

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Here I sleep the morning through

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'Til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me

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And there ain't nothing at all to do but rise and follow

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The day wherever it takes me

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I stand at the window and I look at the sea

Am
And I am what I am, and what will be will be

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I stand at the window and I look at the sea

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And I make me a pot of opium tea

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Watch the boats come in can do something to you

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And the kids gather around with an outstretched hand

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And I toss them a dirham or two

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Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of me

Am
Cause I am what I am, and what will be will be

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I wonder if my kids are thinking of me

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And I smile and I sip my opium tea

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At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts

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And the shapes of hooded men who pass me

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And the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs

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The strange luck that fate has cast me

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Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrily

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That he is what he is and what will be will be

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Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily

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And I sit and I drink of my opium tea

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I'm a prisoner here, I can never go home

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There is nothing here to win or lose

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There are no choices needed to be made at all

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Not even the choice of having to choose

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Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free

Am
Cause I am what I am and what will be will be

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I'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also free

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And I smile and I sip my opium tea.