It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! Tab de uke por Wilbur Soot

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Verse 1:
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I lost the passion that comes with living
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Since I started university
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I took a geography course to learn the datelines
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And maybe use a sextant
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But now I just press facsimiles
 
Verse 2:
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And you're exactly who you wanted to be
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That's what you said
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'Cause you wanna watch TV and sleep all day and lay in bed but
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You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food
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And pay my rent and reproduce and feed those kids
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And maybe use a sextant
 
Pre-Chorus:
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I don't miss you
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I miss the thought of what we were
 
Chorus:
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This is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain
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Wrap your arms around my cortex, dig you in and let you drain
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You'll never get rid of me, oh I'm like a fucking disease
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I'll make a home in your gut
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'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep

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Verse 3:
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What was your thought when you realised
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You'll never feel naive love again?
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Was it pain or was it sickness?
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Were you proud of who you'd been?
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The shyness waiting for his phone calls
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Replaced by apathy 'n' dating apps
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You held his hands, it felt like flying
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Now he's just another man
 
Verse 4:
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You'd rather he was inside than beside you
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But he's talking marriage and a future
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He's picking a lock he doesn't go into
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Less knife in a wound, he's a suture
 
Pre-Chorus:
Gm A     Bb     Cm Dm
I don't miss you
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I miss the thought of what we were
 
Chorus:
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This is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain
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But it's okay, it's a strategy to ensure I remain
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You'll never get rid of me, well I'm like a fucking disease
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I'll make a home in your gut
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'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
 
Bridge:
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It's okay
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It's okay
 
Interlude -x2-: Bb Cm Dm Eb
 
Outro:
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Eat my rent and eat my food
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And eat my dues and eat those kids
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And maybe use a sextant