Calling Old Friends taby ukulele według Defiance, Ohio (Chwyty barytonu)

Intro:
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Calling old friends to make sure they're real, talking, talking just to feel
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that sense of home you lost when you left last year.
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Distance is just numbers on a dashboard, hours thinking about
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nothing but the transmission stutter you fear.
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I remember what you whispered in my ear, 
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and all the things we tried so hard to never have to hear, 
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like kids tighten up, start saving for the golden year. 
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Well, hey, that picture it fades day by day and the outcome's not so clear.

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Don't think I'll see you around this winter, and my tongue's stuck full of splinters; 
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I'm embarrassed to admit what I've been thinking. 
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Hope keeps some afloat, but for me it's no life boat. 
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The tighter I hold on the deeper down I'm sinking.

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Tried to put my finger on it but gave it my whole arm. 
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Reached out with good intention, but it only did more harm. 
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Find ourselves alone since the day we're born, 
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so we seek someone to sew sutures in the places where we're torn.

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