The Devil Makes Three – Chained To The Couch (Ukulele)

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Well it’s hot like ouch and I’m chained to the couch

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And my brain spits bad ideas out of my mouth 

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Like a thousand words circuits burst crowd screaming hear comes the hearse 

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And I’m jumping now out of my chest as the crowds begin to scream 

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And the winos wait into the bar rooms to drink away the dreams 

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And I can hear years’ worth of traffic outside on that dirty street 

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I can see the lights turn from red to black to blue to brown to green

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And I’ve been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed

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Yes I’ve been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed

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     When I was a young one they told me I left my rights at the door and 

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     As I grow older this becomes true more and more

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     Now I’m just staring out that open door

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I should be screaming but I aint got no tears no more

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I aint got no tears aint got no tears no more

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I aint got no tears aint got no tears no more

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Guess I lost a few things that were dear to me

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Like my arms and my legs and my body and my soul and my will to speak

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Now there just sliding fast towards that ocean floor beneath 

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Trying to not be pulled under by the waves and the weeds

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     Rain on the roof fit together so click like a tailor made suit

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It’s like pull aim click bang soar and shoot

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And the rain and the wind they lick my skin till its freezing smooth

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And they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds

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Oh yes they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds

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     When I was a young one they told me I left my rights at the door and 

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     As I grow older this becomes true more and more

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     Now I’m just staring out that open door

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I should be screaming but I aint got those tears no more

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I aint got those tears aint got those tears no more

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I aint got those tears aint got those tears no more

                                              Kevin D,
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