I'd Rather Be High ukulele

I'd Rather Be High

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Nobokov is sun-licked now 
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Upon the beach at Gruenwald 
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Brilliant and naked just 
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The way that authors looks 

A 

Bm 
Clare and Lady Manners drink 
D 
Until the other cows go home 
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Gossip till their lips are bleeding 
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Politics and all 

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I'd rather be high 
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I'd rather be flying 
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I'd rather be dead 
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Or out of my head 
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Than training these guns on those men in the sand 
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I'd rather be high 

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    Bm 
The Thames was black, the tower dark 
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I flew to Cairo, find my regiment 
Bm 
City's full of generals 
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And generals full of shit 

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  Bm 
I stumble to the graveyard and I 
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Lay down by my parents, whisper 
Bm 
Just remember duckies 
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Everybody gets got 

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               Em  A 
I'd rather be high 
               Em    A 
I'd rather be flying 
               Dm 
I'd rather be dead 
              F#m 
Or out of my head 
                     Dm                       D 
Than training these guns of those men in the sand 
               A 
I'd rather be high 

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I'm seventeen and my looks can prove it 
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I'm so afraid that I will lose it 
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I'd rather smoke and phone my ex 
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Be pleading for some teenage sex 
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Yeah 

               Em  A 
I'd rather be high 
                Em   A 
I'd rather be flying 
               Dm 
I'd rather be dead 
              F#m 
Or out of my head 
                     Dm                     D 
Than training these guns on the men in the sand 
               A 
I'd rather be high  

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