Counting Down The Hours Cifras para ukulele

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Innocence, it don't come easy - in a sense it never will
 
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Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed
 
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So I asked our Mr. Mellor how one gets to where one's going
 
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And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road
 
 
 
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As I go on
 
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Wondering if I've got a soul and
 
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Counting down the hours 'til it goes
 
 
 
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On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where
 
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I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there
 
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And a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,
 
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Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed
 
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But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95
 
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To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive
 
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I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
 
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But not with interference from the power lines above
 
 
 
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As I go on
 
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Wondering if I've got a soul and
 
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Counting down the hours 'til it goes
 
 
 
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And oh, precautions, yes precautions
 
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But if you're playing with a gun, you could kill someone
 
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And in the dark it's hard to know a friend
 
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But I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry
 
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As I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand
 
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And I'm thinking about New England, and I'm missing old Japan
 
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And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold
 
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And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old?
 
 
 
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As I go on
 
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Wondering if I've got a soul and
 
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Counting down the hours 'till it goes
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