Swingin Utters - My Glass House Ukulele

Swingin Utters 
My Glass House

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While i sit alone in this room 
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i've got crates full of sorrow 
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even more filled with shadows 
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that i fish out and ridicule 
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when i'm feeling lonely. 

I'm lacking sense, but bound
in a very specific direction 
it's phenomenal and unprecedented 
it's a chip of the old block 
and a step up the new ladder. 

Chorus:
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Mr.Scribe, i write to you 
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pen and penchant aimed 
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to pour over a fool 
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left with no more rhymes 
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i'm poetically franchised. 

I'm in charge for the day 
in terminal wanderlust 
i've excited my worst thoughts 
exorcised what was lost 
am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i not?
 
I'm not sure what sad is 
but listless i'm not 
my lists are never ending 
and my emotions aren't store-bought 
and tears, they either deceive or endear me 

[chorus]

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i'm your little golden nugget collecting dust
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bored with my own stale and directed thoughts 
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in a place where so much life and loves abound 
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it's amazing how little tempts me 
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