Bright Eyes – The Calendar That Hung Itself (Guitar)

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Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head

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And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and walls

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Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes

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Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you

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Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched

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And does he cry through broken sentences like "I love you" far too much

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Does he lay awake listening to your breath

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Worried you smoke too many cigarettes

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Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor

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For every speck of tile, there's a thousand more

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You won't ever see, but must hold inside yourself

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Eternally

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Well I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death

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In every city, memories would whisper, "here is where you rest"

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I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees

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And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine:

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"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine"

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And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her

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She had eyes bright enough to burn me, they reminded me of yours

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And in a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field

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And there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed

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And it rose like thunder clapped under our hands

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And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end. Where I wrote:

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"You make me happy, oh when skies are gray

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You make me happy, oh when skies are gray and gray and gray"

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Well the clock's heart, it hangs inside its open chest

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With hands stretched toward the calendar, hanging itself

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But I will not weep through these dying days

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For all the ones who've left, there's a few that stayed

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And they found me here and pulled me from the grass

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Where I was laid