Radical Face – Tall Tale Number 5 (Ukulele)

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I was born on a Sunday, with blood on my hands

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in a room full of phonographs and old electric fans

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and I slept in a graveyard for bicycles and cars

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and I dreamed of distant scenery, but I never strayed too far

          F            C
Because I do what they ask me

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I never run my mouth

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and by the time they turn against me

     G
I'll have them figured out

    C F          C
And I learned to lie

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By watching you turn to your enemies

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And the apple you've got in your eye

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Has become a stain you don't want

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So I left the city as soon as I could walk

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But the buildings loomed like sentinels; it wasn't what I thought

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So I slept in your bathtub, while you put your make-up on

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And I daydreamed about your lungs 'til your cigarettes were gone

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Now I roam because I have to

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I'm never welcome long

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And thought this road leads to disaster

     G
I've always got my songs

    C F          C
And I learned to laugh

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By watching you burn all your photographs

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And you're right that the good things won't last

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But these wars are never won by our twiddling thumbs

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Well, I did what they asked me: I never ran my mouth

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And by the time they turned against me, I had them figured out

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And now I roam because I have to: I'm never welcome long

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And though this road leads to disaster, I've always got my songs

    C F          C
And I learned to die

   C            F             C
By watching you choke on your misery

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And if the apple is torn from my eye

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I won't be alone, because I'm going home