Chords for Bright Eyes - The Calendar Hung Itself - 03 (lyrics in the description)

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_ Does he kiss [F#m] your eyelids in the morning?
When you start to raise your [C#] head and does he sing to you and step in me?
In the space between your bed and [F#m] walls, you walk around all day.
It's cool to see inside your shoes, [C#] looking down every few steps,
you're pretending walks with you.
[F#m] Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched?
[C#] And does he cry through broken sentences?
Has he loved you far too [Bm] much [E] to delay your [A] wake listening to [D] your [Bm] breath?
[E] Worried you [A] smoke too [D] many [E] cigarettes?
Is he coughing now [F#m] on the bathroom floor for [E] every speck of tile?
[F#m] There's a thousand more [E] you will never [C#m] see,
but must [D] hold inside yourself _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#m] eternally. _ _
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_ [C#] _ _ [D] Well, I [F#m] drunk and ghosted across the country,
and I plotted out my death [C#] in every city.
Memories would whisper, here's where you rest.
I was determined in Chicago, [F#] but I dug my teeth into my [C#] knees,
and I settled for a telephone saying to your machine,
[F#m] you are my [F#] sunshine, my only [C#] sunshine. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] You are my sunshine, [F#] my only [C#] _
sunshine.
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_ [F#m] And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw, their father [C#] gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me there,
minding me of yours, and in her [F#] story told,
she was a little [C#] girl in a red-roofed sunroof.
Feel them now where [C#m] rose-bright tomatoes were,
a sea of tears and a smile.
Her voice concealed [F#] in rose [F#m]-like thunder,
clapped under [C#] our _ _ _ _ hands.
[F#m] It stretched for centuries to diary entries,
[C#] _ _ _ and when I [F#m] wrote, you make me happy,
oh, the sky.
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_ _ _ [F#m] You make me happy, oh, the [C#] sky's a-gray _ -gray.
_ [Bm] When the [E] clock's hearted, [A] hanged inside,
[D] pissed off and [Bm] shattered with hands,
[E] that was a calendar hanging [D] in swells.
[E] But I will not leave [F#m] those dying days
for [E] all the ones who've left [F#m] and the few that stayed.
[E] And it found me [C#m] here and [D] pulled me from the grass
[E] where _ I [F#m] was laid. _ _
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