Weakerthans - Sounds Familiar Ukulele

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                           SOUNDS FAMILIAR - The Weakerthans
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Tuning:  standard
     C   F   Am  F
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C     F                    Am                 F
 We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
C         F    Am          F
 Shedding skin faster than skin can grow
    C                   F
And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives
Am                F             C            F        Am
Words to meet and to define and to, but you must know
    C                  F                  Am               F
The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty schoolyards
            C                F       Am    F
Has found a higher pitch and broader scale
     C         F             Am              F
Than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last
    C                   F        Am
And one must bruise and one must fail
    C                    F             Am          F
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
      C         F          Am           F
So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw
    C       F           Am            F             C
Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole
            F             Am             F                C         F
And then we rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too
          Am          F            C            F       Am
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether
C              F              Am        F
Pushed towards tired forms of self-immolation
     C           F         Am            F
That seemed so original, I must, we must never stop
C            F            Am           F
Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets
     C          F               Am             F
Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut
     C             F           Am            F
Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows
    C             F               Am
And my voice will scratch to yell many more
F          C                  F         Am        F
But before I spill the things I mean to hide away
   C                  F             Am          F
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment
     C                  F              Am          F
I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty
       C                  F                  Am F       C
Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement