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Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?<br />And does he sing to you, incessantly, from the space between your bed and wall?<br />Does he walk around all day at school, with his feet inside your shoes?<br />Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you?<br />Oh, does he know that place below your neck that's your favorite to be touched?<br />And does he cry through broken sentences like, i love you far too much?<br /><br />Does he lay awake listening to your breath?<br />Worried you smoke too many cigarettes?<br />Is he coughing now?<br />On a bathroom floor?<br /><br />For every speck of tile<br />There's a thousand more<br />You won?t ever see<br />But most hold inside yourself<br />Eternally<br /><br />Well, i drug your ghost across the country<br /><br />And we plotted out my death<br />In every city, memories would whisper,<br />here is where you rest.<br /><br />I was determined in chicago<br />But i dug my teeth into my knees<br />And i settled for a telephone<br />Sang into your machine,<br /><br />you are my sunshine,<br />My only sunshine.<br />You are my sunshine,<br />My only sunshine.<br /><br />And i kissed a girl with a broken jaw<br />That her father gave to her<br />She had eyes bright enough to burn me;<br />They reminded me of yours<br />And in a story told, she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field<br />And there were rows of ripe tomatoes, where a secret was concealed<br />And it rose like thunder<br />Clapped under our hands<br />And it stretched for centuries<br />To a diary entry?s end<br />Where i wrote,<br /><br />you make me happy,<br />Oh, when skies are gray.<br />You make me happy<br />Oh, when skies are gray, gray, gray.<br /><br />Well the clock?s heart it hangs inside its open chest<br />With its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself<br />But i will not weep<br />For those dying days<br />For all the ones who've left<br />There's a few that stayed<br />And they found me here<br />And pulled me from the grass<br />Where i was laid
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Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?<br />And does he sing to you, incessantly, from the space between your bed and wall?<br />Does he walk around all day at school, with his feet inside your shoes?<br />Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you?<br />Oh, does he know that place below your neck that's your favorite to be touched?<br />And does he cry through broken sentences like, i love you far too much?<br /><br />Does he lay awake listening to your breath?<br />Worried you smoke too many cigarettes?<br />Is he coughing now?<br />On a bathroom floor?<br /><br />For every speck of tile<br />There's a thousand more<br />You won?t ever see<br />But most hold inside yourself<br />Eternally<br /><br />Well, i drug your ghost across the country<br /><br />And we plotted out my death<br />In every city, memories would whisper,<br />here is where you rest.<br /><br />I was determined in chicago<br />But i dug my teeth into my knees<br />And i settled for a telephone<br />Sang into your machine,<br /><br />you are my sunshine,<br />My only sunshine.<br />You are my sunshine,<br />My only sunshine.<br /><br />And i kissed a girl with a broken jaw<br />That her father gave to her<br />She had eyes bright enough to burn me;<br />They reminded me of yours<br />And in a story told, she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field<br />And there were rows of ripe tomatoes, where a secret was concealed<br />And it rose like thunder<br />Clapped under our hands<br />And it stretched for centuries<br />To a diary entry?s end<br />Where i wrote,<br /><br />you make me happy,<br />Oh, when skies are gray.<br />You make me happy<br />Oh, when skies are gray, gray, gray.<br /><br />Well the clock?s heart it hangs inside its open chest<br />With its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself<br />But i will not weep<br />For those dying days<br />For all the ones who've left<br />There's a few that stayed<br />And they found me here<br />And pulled me from the grass<br />Where i was laid
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