Journey Of The Featherless taby ukulele według Cloud Cult

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Got myself a mission
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I'm going to find heaven
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I made crepe paper wings
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I think they'll carry me a while

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I left you a love poem
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The best I have written
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My favorite words
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Were the ones I couldn't spell

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They say that I'm a lunatic
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They say that I am full of it
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I say that it's worth dreaming
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Just for the dream of it

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It's all about passion
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It's all about perception
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Don't call me on my cell phone
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'Cause there ain't no reception

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When I'm gone
          D    A  G  A
When I'm gone

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I think I'm growing feathers
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But I'm not quite sure of it
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'Cause I started getting dizzy
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About a Hundred feet up

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I made friends with the clouds
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I made friends with the birds
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If you ask a goose a question
G         A
He never shuts up

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And honestly I miss you
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And I hope that you're missing me
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Cause I could use your lips on me
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And a little bit of Dramamine

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For the moment I can see
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Way better than I've ever seen
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Don't sell my stuff on eBay
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Cause I might need it back before I'm gone

            D    A  G  A
Before I'm gone

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I'm not the kind of man
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Who's into looking downward
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I've drank my share of pity
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From the bartender's cup

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So many people
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Wondering what's the right direction
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As far as I'm concerned
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There's only one way up

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And my fingers, they are blisters
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And my eyes, they are bullet holes
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But my hearts still beating
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Guess I'm pretty lucky

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     Pretty lucky

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     Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

D  A   G      A
     Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

D  A   G      A
     Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

D  A   G      A
     Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)