The Format – If Work Permits (Ukulele)

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So the wind that blows across your room,

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Carried cheap perfume onto your dresser,

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It rained for jewelery and for credit cards,

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Two tickets to a film I don't remember,

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One day you'll kiss your rabbit's nose, pick up the phone,

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To find I've been turned over,

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You grab that piece of gold,

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Only to find that the smell has taken over,

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And all the things you had,

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They aren't the same

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As what you hold

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Now I'm standin' in a room,

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That's filled with older folks,

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They're pleading baby listen,

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And I scream as loud as anyone,

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But when asked to make a point,

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I tend to whisper

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Now highways turn to tidal waves,

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And they're asking me to export all of your insecurities,

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But that wind that blows across your room, it's gonna set the sails,

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And send me back to you, ooh,

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 Sometimes, when sailors are sailin', they,

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 Think twice, about where they're anchorin'

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 And I think, I could make better use,

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 Of my time on land,

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 I'll drink less,

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 Warm kiss instead of a cold goodbye

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 I'm writing the folks back home to tell them,

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 Hey I'm doing all right

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It's a shame what your father did,

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To your brothers head, he smashed it with the

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Telephone

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Your mother got scared and locked the door,

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You were only four, but Lord, you remember it,

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    So now you're scared of love

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I'm here to tell you love's not some fucking blood on the receiver

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Love is speaking in code

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It's an inside joke, love is coming home

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 Sometimes, when sailors are sailin', they,

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 Think twice, about where they're anchorin'

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 And I think, I could make better use,

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 Of my time on land,

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 I'll drink less,

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 Warm kiss, Instead of a cold goodbye

F#
 I'm writing the folks back home to tell them,

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 Hey I

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Yeah I'm doing alright

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Yeah I'm doin' just fine

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An' if she seems as lonely as me, Let her sink

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Yeah I'm doin' alright,

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Yeah I'm doin' just fine,

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An' if she seems as lonely as me, let her,

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Sink, you let her, sink, well let her!