Bowl Of Oranges Chords by Bright Eyes

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[C] The rain had started tapping [G] on the window near my bed.
It [F] was a loophole in my dreaming.
[G] So I got out of it, [Am] into my surprise.
My [C] eyes were [F] wide and already open.
[D] My nightstand and my dresser [G] were the nightmares I'd just been.
[C] So I dressed myself and left them [G] out into the gray streets.
[F] But everything seemed different [G] and completely new to me.
[Am] The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, [F] even my own body. _
[D] Each person I [F#] encountered [G] I couldn't wait to meet. _
[C] And I came upon a doctor [G] who appeared in quite poor health.
I said, there's [F] nothing that I can do for you.
You [G] can't do for yourself.
He said, oh, [Am] yes, you can.
Just hold my hand.
[F] I think that that would help.
[D] So I sat with him a while.
[G] Then I asked him how he felt.
He said, [Dm] I think [A] I'm cured.
_ _ _ [F] No, in fact, [Em] [Am] I'm sure of it.
_ [F] Thank you, [Am] _ stranger, _ _ _ for [G] your therapeutic _ smile.
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[C] So that's how I learned the lesson _ [G] that everyone is alone.
[F] And your eyes must get some rain.
[Em] If you're ever going [G] to grow, when [Am] crying don't help,
you can compose yourself the [F] best you can compose a poem. _
[D] And all this verse are long [G] or a simple song of hope.
That's [C] why I'm singing, baby, don't worry.
_ [G] Now I've got your back.
And [F] every time you feel like crying,
[G] I'm going to try and make you laugh.
[Am] And if I can, if this hurts too bad,
[F] then we'll wait for it to pass.
[Am] [D] And I will keep you company [G] for those days so long and black.
And we'll [C] keep working on the problem
[G] we know will never solve.
[F] Our love's uneven remain.
There's a lot [G] of diffractions of a whole.
But if [Am] the world could remain within a frame
[F] like a painting on a wall, [D] then I
think we'd see the beauty in it.
[G] We'd stand staring in awe at [F] our still [A] lives
posed _ _ [F] like a [Am] bowl of oranges, _ like [F] a [Em] [Am] story _ _ _ told,
[G] like a rhyme _ _ that's sold.
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