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The Calendar Hung Itself bright eyes

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-F#m-2--C#-4--Bm-2---E0---A0---D2---
--2---6---3---0---2---3---
--2---6---4---1---2---2---
--4---6---4---2---2---0---
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Does he kiss your F#meyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head?
And does he C#sing to you incessantly
from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he F#mwalk around all day at school
with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking C#down every few steps
to pretend he walks with you?
Does he F#mknow that place below your neck
that is your favorite to be touched?
And does he C#cry through broken sentences
like "I love you far too much"?

BmDoes he lay Eawake listeAning to your Dbreath?
BmWorried that Eyou smoke too Amany cigaDrettes?
Is he Ecoughing now on a F#mbathroom floor?
For every Especk of tile there are a F#mthousand more
That you won't Eever see
But must Ahold Einside Dyourself eEternallF#my   C#   F#   C#  

I drug your F#mghost across the country
and we plotted out my death
In every C#city, memories would whisper
"Here is where you rest"
I was deF#mtermined in Chicago
But I dug my teeth into my knees
And I C#settled for a telephone
Sang into your machine
"F#mYou are my sunshine,
 My only C#sunshine.
 F#mYou are my sunshine
 My only C#sunshine"

Bm E A D
Bm E A D
E F#
E F#
E A E D E

I F#mkissed a girl with a broken jaw
That her father gave to her
She had eyes C#bright enough to burn me
They reminded me of yours
And in a F#mstory told she was a little girl
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
And there were C#rows of ripe tomatoes
Where a secret was concealed
And it F#mrose like thunder
Clapped under our C#hands
And it F#mstretched for centuries
To a diary entry's C#end where I wrote
"F#mYou make me happy (WHAT?)
 When the skies are C#gray
 F#mYou make me happy (WHAT?)
 When skies are C#gray and gray and gray"

Well the cBmlock's heart it Ehangs inside Aits open Dchest
With hands Bmstretched towards the Ecalendar Ahanging itDself
But I Ewill not weep for those F#mdying days
For all the Eones who've left there are a F#mfew that stayed
And they Efound me here and Apulled me Efrom the Dgrass
E F#m E F#m E...
Where I was laid







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