Vampire Weekend – Pravda (Guitar)

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I've waited through the wars of winter

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I've watched the cherry blossoms bloom

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I cannot wait here any longer

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I'm leaving at the rising of the moon

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I know what lies beneath Manhattan

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I know who's buried in Grant's Tomb

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I wonder if they'll wait a while to clear away my crocodile

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I'm leaving at the rising of the moon

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They always ask me about pravda

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It's just the Russian word for truth

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Your consciousness is not my problem

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'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you

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Your uncle Henry lived in Moscow

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Your aunt Ludmilla lived therе too

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Irina grew up in Wisconsin

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I'm leaving at the rising of thе moon

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The final moments in a doorway (The final moments in a doorway)

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The sacred light of afternoon (The sacred light of afternoon)

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Something starts to shake the leaves, you tug upon your T-shirt sleeves

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And shiver 'til the rising of the moon

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They always ask me about pravda

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It's just the Russian word for truth

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Your consciousness is not my problem

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'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you

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I took the family balalaika

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Those strings would never stay in tune

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I hung it up on the piano

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I'm leaving at the rising of the moon

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I had a job once in Penn Station (I had a job once in Penn Station)

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Down at a tie shop called Tiecoon (Down at a tie shop called Tiecoon)

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Every time my shift began, I'd see that quiet businessman

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I'm leaving at the rising of the moon

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They always ask me about pravda

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It's just the Russian word for truth

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Your consciousness is not my problem

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And I hope you know your brain's not bulletproof