My Mind Is For Sale taby ukulele według Jack Johnson

[Intro}
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[Verse 1]
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Well, I heard the blinker’s on
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I heard we’re changing lanes
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I heard he likes to race
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I heard that six or seven words he likes to use
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Are always in bad taste
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And I heard that Monday’s just a word we say
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Every seven times around
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And then we pin the tail on Tuesday
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Watch those strings go up and down
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The elephant in the room begins to dance
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The cameras zoom into
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His mouth begins to move
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Those hateful words he uses

[Chorus]
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   I don’t care for your paranoid
A                  G
   Us against them walls
G                        D
   I don’t care for your careless
A                                G
Me first gimme gimme appetite at all

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[Verse 2]
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And all the real estate in my mind is for sale
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It’s all been subdivided
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Divided into reasons why
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My two opposing thoughts at once are fine
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The residue from the price tag
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On the tip of my tongue
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The words don’t come they go

How many likes I gotta get
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Before I know the truth

And the truth is
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Season three will be a great reason
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To forget all about reality’s

A slippery slope
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Watch the TV scream and shout it

[Chorus]
G                        D
   I don’t care for your paranoid
A                               G
Us against them fearful kind of walls
G                        D
   I don’t care for your careless
A                                G
Me first gimme gimme appetite at all

D x8

[Verse 3]
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Now I heard the blinker’s on
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I heard we’re changing lanes
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I heard we need more space
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I heard that six or seven words are in bad taste
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It’s absurd to believe that we might
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Deserve anything
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As if its balanced in the end
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And the good guys always win

[Chorus]
G                        D
   I don’t care for your paranoid
A                               G
Us against them fearful kind of walls
G                        D
   I don’t care for your careless
A
Me first gimme gimme appetite
         A
With the residue from the price tag
         A
On those two opposing thoughts in my mind
A                               G
Us against them fearful kind of walls

[Outro]
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G D A G