Alt-j - 3Ww Ukulele

[Verse 1]
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   There was a wayward lad, stepped out one morning
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   The ground to be his bed, the sky his awning

[Verse 2]
D               G
  Neon, neon, neon
       A                               D
A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
                                   G
Cows surround so you lean on, lean on
   A                              D
So much your hugs become hold ons

[Chorus 1]
D  Dsus2       D5
Oh these three worn words
                     Em
Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper
                 A        A/G           F#m
Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona
N.C.                          D            D/C#         D/B        D/A       G         F#m       Em
I just want to love you in my own language

[Instrumental]
     D            D/C#         D/B        D/A       G         F#m       Em

[Verse 3]
F#m           E                 D
    Well that smell of sex, good like burning wood
Bm              A       D
    The wayward lad lay claim
F#m        E                  D
    To two thirsty girls from Hornsea
Bm             A                 D
    Who left a note when morning came

[Bridge]
F#m                      E        D
Girls from the pool say 'hi' (hi)
    Bm             A                 D
The road erodes at five feet per year along England's east coastline
F#m                 E     D
Was this your first time?
Bm             A                D
Love is just a button we pressed last night by the campfire

[Chorus 2]
D  Dsus2       D5
Oh these three worn words
                     Em
Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper
                 A        A/G           F#m
Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona
                          D            D/C#         D/B        D/A       G         F#m       Em
I just want to love you in my own language