Bright Eyes - Feb 15th

^DAll eyes on the ^Bm9calendar ^D/F#Another year I claim of t^Gm7otal indifference ^DTo here, the days ^Bm9pile up With ^D/F#decisions to be made, I'm ^Gm7sure all of them were wrong ^DInto this song I^Bm9 send myself And ^D/F#with these drinks I ^Gm7plan to collapse And ^Dforget this wasted year, ^Bm9these wasted years ^{D/F# Gm7}Devoted friends, they disappear And^A I'm sorry about the ^Gphone call and n^Aeeding you Some decisions you don't^Gm7 make ^A I guess it's just like b^Greathing or not wantin^Ag to There are some things you can't ^Gm7fake

^DI guess that it's t^Bm9ypical To ^D/F#cling to memories you'll^Gm7 never get back again ^DAnd to sort through old^Bm9 photographs Of a ^D/F#summer long ago or a ^Gm7friend that you used to know ^DAnd there below His ^Bm9frozen face You ^D/F#wrote the name and that ^Gm7ancient date, that ancient date And^D you can't believ^Bm9e that he's really g^D/F#one When ^Gm7all that's left is a fucking song and ^AI'm sorry about the ^Gphone call; and ^Awaking you. I know that it is^Gm7 late, ^ABut thank you for t^Galking, because I needed^A to. Some things just can't ^Gm7wait.

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