Looking For Alaska taby ukulele według Hank Green

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I hope you're somewhere warm and white, like the flowers in your car
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you've escaped this labyrinth of suffering wherever you are
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I've got a piece of you tucked away deep inside my mind
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Memories of your poetry and drinking your cheap wine

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Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there,"
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I don't know where "there" is, but I believe it's somewhere
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And I hope it's beautiful, like you
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You're beautiful, I never really knew you at all

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Your green eyes still shine with life in my memory
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Your smell of grass, vanilla and smoke are still alive in me
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I found a great perhaps in Blue Citrus and the smoking hole
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Your end was my beginning with the kiss that I stole

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Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there,"
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I don't know where "there" is, but I believe it's somewhere
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And I hope it's beautiful, like you
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You're beautiful, I never really knew you at all

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You were the storm that came and went like lightning
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You struck me by surprise with the life I thought you might bring
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Someday I'll forget your boozey breath I can taste still
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We'll always have class pranks and Strawberry Hill

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Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there,"
Bm                    F#m               A            E
I don't know where "there" is, but I believe it's somewhere
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And I hope it's beautiful, like you
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You're beautiful, and I'm still looking for you
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Alaska