Brothers Ukulele chords by Gang Of Youths

Verse 1:

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Our father hid a lot of painful memories
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A bunch of shit he never shared
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But when he died
I went out looking for them



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For all the things he never said
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Thought he was born in 1948
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But was born a whole decade before
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Thought he was brought up in New Zealand
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But he was born and brought up in Samoa
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We thought that he was only half-Samoan
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That his mother was a German Jew
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But I went and found his birth certificate
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And he lied about that too

Verse 2:

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Our father's love was unmistakeable
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And he gave us еverything he had
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And I guess that mеant pretending he was half-white
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To give his kids a better chance
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My sister, she lives out in New York City
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Been there since I was seventeen
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And I think she hates it, but like most New Yorkers
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She just can't bring herself to leave
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She used to love to watch our father cooking
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And imitate the things she'd seen
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And now she makes the most amazing things
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And she also sings better than me
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And when he died, she and her husband stayed
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To keep my mother company
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And even though it fucked them up a lot
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They did a better job than me


Verse 3:

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And I wish that we could see them every weekend
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And she could cook her famous meals
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And I wish that I could hang out with her husband
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More than a couple of times a year
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Our brother Wesley is a quiet man
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And he is the second of us four
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And he inherited our father's hands
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But he looks like me a little more
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He has a love that's unmistakable
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And he's seen police brutality
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He lives in Auckland with his wife and dog
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And he stands a shade above six-three
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Our father left him with a cousin then
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He got into trouble frequently
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Me and my sister only heard of him
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In two thousand and eighteen


Verse 4:

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Our brother Matthew is a baker, and
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He stands a mighty seven feet
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He was brought up in a Māori family
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And speaks Te Reo fluently
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He didn't know about our father 'til I
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I guess he was about eighteen
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And he did some time for something awesome
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And he's the sweetest guy you'll ever meet
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He came to meet me at a festival
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And he told me everything he knew
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That our father left him at the hospital
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But if he forgives him, then I should too


Interlude:

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La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
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La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
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La-la-la-la, la-la-la


Verse 5:

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I know our father had his reasons
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But that can never make it right or fair
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And I hate myself for stealing all his love
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When my brothers thought that he was dead
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So as I dig through the collateral
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The secrets hid throughout the years
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I know I'll hardly ever answer them
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But it's the way to keep him near


Outro:

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La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
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La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
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La-la-la-la, la-la-la