Bright Eyes - Bowl of oranges
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The Crain it started tappin, on the Gwindow near my bed
There was a Dmloophole in my dreamin, so GI got out of it
And to Ammy surprise my eyes were wide and Falready open
To my Dmnightstand and my dresser where those Gnightmares had just been
So I Cdressed myself and left them, out Ginto the grey streets
But Dmeverything seemed different, comGpletely new to me
The Amsky, the trees, houses, buildings, eFven my own body
And each Dmperson I encountered, I Gcouldn't wait to meet
And I Ccame upon a doctor, who apGpeared in quite poor health
I said there's Dmnothing that I can do for you that you Gcan't do for yourself
He said "Oh Amyes you can just hold my hand, I Fthink that that would help"
So I Dmsat with him a while, and I Gasked him how he felt
He said "I think I'm cured. In fact I'm sure. Thank you stranger,
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for your Gtherapeutic smile."
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So that'sC how I learned the lesson, that Geveryone's alone
And Dmeyes must do some raining, if you're Gever gonna grow
And when cryAmin don't help, you can't compose yourself it's best Fto compose a poem
An Dmhonest verse of longing, or a Gsimple song of hope
That's why I'm Csingin' baby don't worry, cause Gnow I got you back
And every Dmtime you feel like crying, I'm gonna Gtry and make you laugh
And Amif I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we'll Fwait for it to pass
And DmI will keep you company, for those Gdays so long and black
And we'll keep Cworking on the problem, that Gno one ever solved
Of love's Dmuneven remainders, our lives are Gfractions of a whole
But if the world Amcould remain within a frame, like a Fpainting on a wall
Then I Dmthink we'd see the beauty and, we'd Gstand staring in awe
At our still lives posed, like a bowl of oranges
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Like a story told, of fault lines, and soul, ohh, ohh
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