Elevator Operator taby ukulele według Courtney Barnett (Chwyty barytonu)

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  Oliver Paul, twenty years old

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Thick head of hair, worries he's going bald

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  Wakes up at quarter past nine

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Fair evades his way down the 96 tram line

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Breakfast on the run again, he's well aware

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He's dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhere

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  Feeling sick at the sight of his computer

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He dodges his way through the Swanston commuters

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Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man

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Sleeping in the corner of a metro bus stand and he screams


"I'm not going to work today

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Going to count the minutes that the trains run late

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  Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans

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Headphone wielding to the Nicholas building

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He trips on a pothole that's not been filled in

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He waits for an elevator, one to nine

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A lady walks in and waits by his side

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Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin

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Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton

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Vickers perfume on her breath

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A tortoise shell necklace between her breasts

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She looks him up and down with a botox frown

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He's well used to that look by now

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The elevator dings and they awkwardly step in

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Their fingers touch on the rooftop button

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Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof

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You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth

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I'd give anything to have skin like you

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He said "I think you're projecting the way that you're feeling

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I'm not suicidal, just idling insignificantly

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I come up here for perception and clarity

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I like to imagine I'm playing SimCity

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All the people look like ants from up here

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And the wind's the only traffic you can hear"

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He said "All I ever wanted to be

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Was an elevator operator, can you help me please?"

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Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof

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You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth

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I'd give anything to have skin like you

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Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof

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You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth

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I'd give anything to have skin like you