I Will Be Grateful for This Day by Bright Eyes (with lyrics) Chords

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[A] _ I had [G#m] a girl I knew, [F#m] she grew, became [E] a woman _
[A] now.
I've met [G#m] your teachers, _
[F#m] I was [E] a school stop [A] town.
We used [G#m] to roll the [F#m] windows down and play [E] the music _
[A] loud.
Spoken [G#m] out in her [F#m] car, lost in [E] West _ Omaha.
[A] _ And we'd [G#m] get drunk and kiss, [F#m] our bodies twist [E] like _ _ [A] shoelaces.
And we never [G#m] came _ _
[F#m] untied, I guess you [E] were just my [A] type.
You know [G#m] that summer night, [F#m] the softest of [E] _ _ pretenders [A] there.
The bands [G#m] in the living [C#m] _
[F#m] room, the neighbors [E] they never _
[C#m] cared.
So when I sat behind [E]
[B] the drum _ set, _ _ _
[F#m] _ your heart beats what I tried [E] to play.
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[F#m] With chicken _ [F] snares so _
[E] _ careless, _ [D#] not in [D] time.
_ _ _ _ So you got ahead of me, and I guess I'm still _ dragging _
[A] behind.
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[A] _ I had [G#] a friend who changed [F#] his name but couldn't [E] _ change himself.
[A] _ _ Never [G#] quite _ [C#] figured [F#m] out how to deal with [E] what life had [A] dealt.
You put [G#] a needle in [F#m] his arm to calm [E] his handsome [A] health.
Who would have [C#m] _ imagined _
[F#m] it, could have [E] worked out so [A] well.
Now he's [G#] a shape fit mess, [F#m] like cat gusts through my [E] _ empty [A] room.
_ And there's [E] a voice [C#m] that [B] speaks, like someone's [E] right behind [A] me.
I turn [E] around and found [B] it's not quite what you [E] would _ [A] expect.
The clothes I [E] wrapped on my [C#m] _
[B] floor, the papers [E] piled on my [A] desk.
But where the [E] ink is wet, the [B] cause affects [E] what's meant by [A] it.
The story [E] is _ incomplete, [B] _ the picture's [E] left _ unfinished.
[C#] _ So I am writing [C#m] my own [B] ending.
_ _ _ _ I'll [F#m] _ let my pen bleed black or [E] blue, _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ and I will cut [C#m] _ my [B] meaning. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ It will be gold and green [E] and true, _ _ _ _ [A] _
[F#m] and I'll learn to [F] love my [E] new _ _ [D#] discovered _ _ [D] crew.
_ _ _ _ _ I'll be grateful for this day, _ I will be grateful for each day. _
[A] Call me.
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