Replica taby ukulele według Big Talk

# Intro:  D- Bm- D- Bm

D
Well maybe I will
         Bm
Maybe I won`t
D
When I`m done with the thrill
                     Bm
When I finally come home
D                      A
But that`s a long way home that is
         Bm                             G      
When I finally come away from all the sinking ships
D                 Bm
I´m tired of trying

G                      A
It could take a long time
Bm                            G
To forget that color of the water
Bm                F#m
Only the deepest blues
G
Can get me back to the crux of the matter

D            A      
She`s a replica
G           Bm
An imitation of
G                                  A
My conscience and she knows I`m stepping inside of bliss
D          A
She`s a replica
G            Bm
Another image of
G                                    A
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this

D
Well maybe I will
         Bm
Maybe I won`t
D
If I`m losing my step
                   Bm
Will you carry me home
D                      A
But that`s a long way home that is
        Bm                              G
Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships
D             Bm
Oh baby I`m trying

G                     A
It could take a long time
Bm                            G
To forget that colour of the water
Bm               F#m
Only the deepest blues
G
Can get me back to the crux of the matter

D           A
She`s a replica
G            Bm
An imitation of
G                                  A
My conscience and she knows I´m stepping inside of bliss
D           A
She`s a replica
G             Bm
Another image of
G                                   A
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this

A
But its got blood

Not your blood
                          G
It`s that blood on your hands

Well your friends
            Bm
Are your friends

Or your biggest fans
A
So pin that letter

Pin that letter
                          G
Pin that letter to your chest

I confess
    Bm
I confess

I confess
G
Bring it back and cut it loose
                        A
Put it on like all the rest

You tell them lies

I`ll tell them truths

I confess
 
I confess

D          A
She`s a replica
G            Bm
An imitation of
G                                 Bm
My conscience and she knows I`m stepping inside of bliss
D           A
She`s a replica
G             Bm
Another image of
G                                   Bm
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this