I Got taby ukulele według Young The Giant

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In the night where I live,
        D#
There's strange force in your kiss oh.
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All's divine in desire.

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With an isle of philosophy,
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Burning scrolls in the naked heat, 
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Oh how coy is your little boy. No!

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Cause I know it don't read that well. Yeah!
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I got buried; no it won't be long, before I rise in.
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I got buried; no it won't be long. Yeah!

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A#
In the night where I live, 
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Your children sway they fuel the kitch.

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Raise their glass to soviet cries in the ward,

And in shadows.


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Outright, in times of old,
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Fumes are falling, smell them burn,
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Like always, yes always. 

Now here!

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Cause I know it don't read that well.
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And I know, only time will tell, me.
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I got buried; no it won't be long before I rise in.
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I got buried; no it won't be long before I rise in song!


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F                       D#
And I know it don't read that well! Yeah!


A#      Dm        D#                 F
I got buried; no it won't be long, before I rise in.
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I got! Oh Buried; Oh no! 
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Cause I know I got you...