Okkervil River – Song Of Our So-Called Friend (Ukulele)

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Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to 

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you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your 

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home? 

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It’s pretty clear, though you could hear, you truly finally 

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knew in time, he’ll tell his tale the way he’d like it 

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told.

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Now he isn’t on the phone, 

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his story might as well be so.

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Well, loving is as loving does, and I’d say we should know,

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because we both have loved, and lost, and are alone.

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Your face’s falling tears, to me they’re lovely and they’re 

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dear, though you don’t love me and it’s clear that I will 

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never see you in my arms.

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There’s no room in your heart

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for even this finely-sharpened dart; 

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although I had started to think there might be hope, it  

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isn’t so.

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So wake up, make up some new song again around the same tune. 

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The water cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it bends, 

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the summer ends; our so-called friend doesn’t need you.

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So proceed out the door and down the street. December’s 

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lying near, but in the oven’s heat this house is now a 

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home.

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Sixty days of trips and stays you took to tell me, dear, 

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that you cannot love me because you secretly still love a stone. 

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Although I put my lips to your face, 

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trying to push his kiss out of its place, 

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although my heart started to race, now it has slowed, 

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I’ll let it go.