Okkervil River – A Stone (Ukulele)

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Hot breath, rough skin

            D
warm laughs, and smiling,

            F#m
the lovliest words

             E
whispered and meant

       D
you like all these things.

                    E
But though you like all these things

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you love a stone.

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You love a stone,

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because it's smooth and it's cold.

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And you'd love most

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to be told

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that it's all your own.

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You love white veins,

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you love hard grey,

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the heaviest weight,

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the clumsiest shape,

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the earthiest smell,

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the hollowest tone

                  D
you love a stone.

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And I'm found too fast,

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and then I'm phoning my friends,

                     F#m
while you're picking pebbles

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out of the drain,

      D
miles ago.

                   A
You're out singing songs,

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at the flickerless screen,

                           F#m
Am I losing my cool,

               E
overstating my case?

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Well, baby what can I say?

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You know I never claimed

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that I was a stone.

               D
And you love a stone.

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You love white veins,

              E
you love hard grey,

             Bm
the heaviest weight,

              D
the clumsiest shape,

              F#m
the earthiest smell,

              E
the hollowest tone

         D
you love a stone.

           D
You love a stone,

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because it's dark 

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and it's old

                F#m
and if it could start

      E
being alive

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you'd stop living alone.

                  A
And I think I believe

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that if stones could dream

                      Bm
they'd dream of being laid

                      D
side-by-side piece-by-piece

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and turned into a castle

                  E
for some towering queen

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they're unable to know.

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And when that queen's daughter

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came of age,

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I think she'd be lovely

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and stubborn and brave,

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and suitors would journey

             E
from kingdoms away

                    D
just to make themselves known.

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And I think that I know

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the bitter dismay

                Bm
of a lover who brought

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fresh brouquets every day

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when she turned him away

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to remember some knave

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who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.