The Decemberists – Clementine (Ukulele)

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You slept in your overalls

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After the wrecking ball

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Bereft you of house and home

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And left you with sweet fuck-all

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So we got in your car

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With our kickabout hearts

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And we hollered out 'sweet clementine'

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Tell your mom to marry us

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A candle to carry us

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Cans on our bicycle fenders

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So sweet and hilarious

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And we'll find us a home

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Built of packaging foam

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That will be there 'til after we die

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And, I'll play the clarinet

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Use clamshells for castanets

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We play with our bags on our shoulders

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My sweet lady lioness

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And I watch as you sleep

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So indelibly deep

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And I hum to you sweet clementine