Chords for The Calendar Hung Itself…

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There's a kiss to your [F#m] eyelids in the morning
When you start to raise your head
And does he [C#] sing to you incessantly?
In the space between your bed and walls
[F#] You walk around all danceful
With his feet inside your shoes
Looking [C#] down every few steps
As you're pretending walks with you
Oh, [F#m] does he know that place below your neck
That is your favorite to be touched?
And [C#] does he cry through broken sentences
That I love you far too [Bm] much?
Should [B] you lay awake [A] listening to [D] your breath
[E] Worried you smoke [A] too many [D] cigarettes?
Is he [E] coughing now on [F#m] the bathroom floor?
For every [E] speck of tile
[F#m] There's a thousand more you [E] will never see
But must hold [D] inside yourselves _
[E] _ _ _ _ Eternally
Well, _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ [D] I've chugged [F#m] your ghost across the country
And we've trotted out my death
And [C#] every city in memories would whisper
Here's where you rest
I [F#] was determined in Chicago
Breaked out my teeth into my [C#] knees
And I settled for a telephone
Sang into your machine
[F#] You are my sunshine
My only _ [C#] sunshine
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] You are my sunshine
My only _ [A]
sunshine
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[Bm] _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
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_ [B] And [D] I kissed a girl who was a broken child
That her father gave to her
She had eyes [C#m] bright enough to burn me there
Reminding me of yours
And in [D] a story told she was a little girl
In a red roof, sunbreeze field
And there were [C#m] rows of bright tomatoes
Where a secret was concealed
And [F#] it rose like thunder
And it clapped [F#m] under [C#] our _ _ _ _ hands
[F#m] And stretched for centuries
Through diary _ [C#] countries
And _ _ when I [F#m] wrote
You make me [F#] happy
Oh, the [C#] sky's so gray _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] You make me happy
Oh, the [C#] sky's so gray, _ _ _ gray
[Bm] And the [E] cross-hearted hanged [A] inside
Hips open, [D] chest with hands
This [E] was a [A] calendar hanging [D] itself
But I [E] will not weep
[F#m] Those dying days
Well, the [E] ones who've left
[F#m] And the few that stayed there
[E] They found me here
[C#m] And pulled me [D] from the grass
Where [E] _ I [F#m] was laid _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F#m] _ Where I was laid _ _
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