Pavement – Harness Your Hopes (Ukulele)

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Harness your hopes on just one person

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Because you know a harness was only made for one

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Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses

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Cauterized with syrup and syrup and molasses

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And I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us

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To anything that moves.. we're deep inside the grooves

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And it's time to shake the rations, 'cause someone's gonna cash in

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The plot it turns again.. the reference starts at ten

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Show me a word that rhymes with pavement

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And I won't kill your parents and roast them on a spit

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And a - don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it

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Or you're gonna catch a bad bad cold

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And the freaks have stormed the white house, I moved into a lighthouse

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It's on a scenic quay, is oh so far away

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Far away from the beginning, the shroud is made of Lenin

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The yearling took the purse, the goth kid has a hearse

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Heart breaking, earth quaking, kiwis they are home baking

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Minds.. wide.. o-pen.. true-ly

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Leisure.. a leisure suit is nothing

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It's nothing to be proud of.. in this late century

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And I'm asking you to hold me just like the morning paper

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Pinched between your pointer, your index and your thumb

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It's a semi automatic.. believers are ecstatic

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You see the way they cling.. the cold metallic sting

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And I'm living in a coma.. for Donna DeVorona

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The harness made of hopes.. the lovers on the ropes

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Nun is to church as the parrot is to perch

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And my heart's wide o-pen true-ly