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 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 most 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'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 with hands
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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.
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The Calendar Hung Itself...
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| Bright Eyes |
