Chords for Bright Eyes - The Calendar Hung Itself

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_ _ _ _ Does it kiss [F#m] your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
[C#] And does it sing to you and suss at me?
The space between your bed and [F#m] walls you walk around all day.
It's the heat inside your shoes looking [C#] down every few steps.
It's pretending walks with you.
But [F#m] does it know that place below your neck that it should favor to be touched?
And does [C#] it cut through broken sentences like I love you far too [Bm] much?
Does it lay awake [A] listening to [D] your [Bm] breath?
Worry [Em] you [A] smoke too many [D] cigarettes?
[E] Is it coughing now [F#m] on the bathroom floor for every [E] speck of [F#m] tile?
You're the thousand more you [E] will never see.
But must hold [D] inside yourself _ [E] _ _ _ _ [F#m] eternally. _
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_ _ [C#] _ _ [Bm] Well, I've trunk [F#m] you coast to coast across the country.
And we plotted out my death in [C#] every city.
Memories would whisper, here's where you're at.
I [F#m] was just permanent in Chicago.
Break up my teeth into my knees.
[C#] And I set up for a telephone saying to your machine, [F#m] you are my [E] sunshine.
_ _ [C#] My only sunshine.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] You are my [E] sunshine.
My only [A] _ sunshine.
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[Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] And [Bm] _ _
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[F#m] I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to [C#] her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me there.
Minding me of yours.
And in a [F#m] story told, she was a little girl in a [C#] red roof, sunbrewed field.
And there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a simple girl was concealed.
And [F#m] it rose like thunder, clapped under [C#] our _ hands. _ _ _
[F#m] And stretched for centuries, the diary [C#] entries. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] And you make me, _ _ [C#] _ _
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you [F#m] make me happy.
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[Bm] When the clock's [E] heart is hanged [A] inside the fifth [D] of the chest.
[Bm] When it's stretched [E] towards the [A] calendar, [D] hanging [E] ourselves.
But I will not weep, [F#m] those dying days, [E] brother.
Once you've left, [F#m] let the few that stayed.
And [E] found me here, [C#m] and pulled me [D] from the grass, [E] where I [F#m] was laid.
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