Bury Me In Analog Cifras para ukulele

bury me in analog
 
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So I got a stack of tapes, Got a name and maybe date,
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They're gonna be worth Something someday
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That is if I pop that song, Just about three minutes long,
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'Bout how you told me wrong Or make the outrage safe
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And if before my time I decide to take my life
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You could take these treasures And pull them up into light
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Make every song a gem, Take every one of them,
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Release a collection Of cacophonic hits
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And remix, and remaster, My disasters
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Our first-track words And never before heard
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Acoustic takes, it's yours, From the shoebox to the online store
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Bury me in analog, Pull the reels up
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Nearly burn that water log, And release it
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They bought it, you sold it
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Got nothin' for everyone
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They bought it, you sold it
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Got nothin' for everyone
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And when it goes out of print, You could then re-issue it
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Trade off the publishin' rights, To the highest bid
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To a queen or king of pop, Sell revolution off,
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It's an investment, man, I can't make this stuff up
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And the brats I leave behind Will party every night
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And sleep all day 'til five, And live the trust fund life
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An they'll call the radio, Complain and curse and moan
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'Bout how everybody thinks, It's cake to live this way
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And my grave will be showered With the latest in flower power
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And the freaks will drive by my street, And cry and sing and dream
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And listen to the new CD
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Bury me in analog, Take the suit and
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You can have it auctioned off, Couple thousand
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They bought it, you sold it
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Got nothin' for everyone
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They bought it, you sold it
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Got nothin' for everyone
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Bury me in analog, Every paper
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That I ever scribbled on, Is a treasure
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Chart-topper, best seller Yeah, it'll be yours to take
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And buy it and sell it, It's all garbage anyway
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The b's and the suckers Have all gone out to play
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