The Weepies – Volunteer (Guitar)

[Intro]
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My lover left me, she left me too soon.

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  I shouldn't blame her, for the state of my room.

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I started stumbling, chasing the bells.

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The metal straps upon my knees made this sound when I fell

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You heard those words from your peers

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I was just your volunteer.

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We love uncle Georgie, uncle Georgie's our friend.

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He spends his life fishing, washes dishes weekends.

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And I tried to say something sincere

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Sign me up I'll volunteer.

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My Father left us, he left us too soon.

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I thought he'd say something, but he waltzed from the room.

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All I remember is my hands at my sides.

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The face of a woman who once was his bride.

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All that he left us was tears

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And a couple of lonely volunteers.

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All that he left her was tears

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And a couple of lonely volunteers.

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Now we look for sister Mary, sister Mary's the pale.

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She holds her head sometimes and walks close to the rail.

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She sings on a Sunday, stands in the stairs.

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Haunts me at night time when I've forgotten my prayers.

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We don't see much of her here

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That winter-weary volunteer.

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Captains need order it helps them stay sane.

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Plumbers hate slaughter, 'cause it fucks up the drains.

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Hard hats must be worn at all times on the site.

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It makes no difference if you're lost in the light.

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The men here have lost their careers

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And they don't talk to volunteers.

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How your life cuts me, it cuts to my bone.

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We pretend that it's nothing, when we're on our way home.

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And I wish you'd abandon me here

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So I could be your volunteer.