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[ti:The Calendar Hung Itself] |
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[ar:Bright Eyes] |
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[al:Fevers And Mirrors] |
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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 wall |
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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 that 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 ever see |
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But you must hold inside yourself 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 and 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 end |
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Where I wrote |
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You make me happy |
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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 heart it hangs inside its open chest |
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With its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself |
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But I will not weep for those 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 where I was laid |
