Phoebe Bridgers – Chelsea (Ukulele)

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For a chemical imbalance

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You sure know how to ride a train

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Your revolution is a deathbed

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And the music is your maid

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When someone comes a-knockin'

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With a needle on a tray

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Only your lonesome lies beside you

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For you told me not to stay

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You are somebody's baby

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Some mother held you near

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No, it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear

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There is no distraction that can make me disappear

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No, there's nothing that won't remind you

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I will always be right here

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And you spit the blood back

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I'm amazed that you're alright

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Oh, so long, prison boy

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I won't be home with you tonight

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We're both very sick, our muscles all worn down

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It's as if we are one-hundred, know I won't still be around

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Because I've fallen

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Yes, I've fallen right into the love I've found

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Long before I reach one-hundred

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I'll have fallen to the ground

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And for generations, they'll romance us, make us more

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Or much less than ever was before

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The Chelsea and the floor

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Make us stand before the masses

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Like two speakers for the poor

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When there was no revolution

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Nothing we were fighting for

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And you spit the blood back

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I'm amazed that you're alright

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Oh, so long, prison boy

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I won't be home

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I won't be home

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I won't      be home

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With you tonight

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  And you can call the service bell

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  When we stay at the Chelsea Hotel

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  And I'll stay out of my own hell

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Oh, so long, prison boy

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I won't be home

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I won't be home

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I won't      be home

         D       Em
With you tonight

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Tonight