Port Of Morrow taby ukulele według The Shins

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Through the rain and all the clatter
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Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly
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Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life

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And as it closed in for the capture
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I funnelled the fear through my ancient eyes

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To see in flight, what I know are
     C                    A
The bitter mechanics of life


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Under my hat it reads "the lines are all imagined" 
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A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls
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I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals
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And it's from these ordinary people
            F            G
You are longing to be free

Dm         A
My hotel and on the TV
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A preacher on the stage like a buzzard cries
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Our a warning of phony sorrow. He's trying to get a rise.

Dm          A
The cyanide of an almond
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Let him look at your hands, get the angles right
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Ace of spades, Port of Morrow, life is death is life.


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I saw a photograph; Cologne in ?27
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And then a postcard after the bombs in ?45
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Must have been a world of evil clowns that let it happen
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But now I recognise, dear listeners,
               F               G
That you were there and so was I