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The Calendar Hung Itself

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Bright Eyes is an indie rock band consisting mainly of American singer, guitarist, and songwriter Conor Oberst. Bright Eyes also features multi-instrumentalist/producer Mike Mogis, keyboard player Nate Walcott and a rotating lineup of collaborators drawn primarily from Omaha, Nebraska, United States' indie music scene. Having been deeply influenced early on by singer-songwriters David Dondero and Simon Joyner, Conor Oberst has been recording music since the age of 13.

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Em
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
Bmaj
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Em
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Bmaj
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Em
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 listen-ing to your breath?
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Worried you smoke too many cigar-ettes.
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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.
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but must hold inside yourself eternally.
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Em
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.
Em
I was de-termined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees,
Bmaj
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
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You are my sunshine, my only sun-shine.
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You are my sunshine, my only sun-shine.

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Em
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.
Em
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 entries end
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where I wrote, You make me happy (WHAT!?) 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 towards the calendar hanging it-self
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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
(F#)EDE
and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.

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