Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges

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The rain it started tappin' 
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On the window near my bed
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There was a loophole in my dreamin'
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So I got out of it
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And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
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Just my nightstand and my dresser
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Where those nightmares had just been
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So I dressed myself and left then 
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Out into the gray streets 
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But everything seemed different
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And completely new to me
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The sky the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
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And each person I encountered 
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I couldn't wait to meet
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And I came upon a doctor
   G
Who appeared in quite poor health
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I said there's nothing I can do for you that you can't do for yourself
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He said oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help

so I sat with him awhile
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Then I asked him how he felt
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He said I think I'm cured
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No, in fact, I'm sure of it
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Thank you, stranger 
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For your therapeutic smile
      C
So that's how I learned the lesson
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That everyone's alone
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And your eyes must do some raining
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If you're ever gonna grow
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And when crying don't help 
        
You can't compose yourself
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It's best to compose a poem
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An honest verse of longing
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Or a simple song of hope
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That's why I'm singing baby don't worry 
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'Cause now I got your back
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And every time you feel like crying
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I'm gonna try and make you laugh
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And if I can't 

If it just hurts too bad
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Then we'll wait for it to pass
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And I will keep you company for those days so long and black
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And we'll keep working on the problem
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We know we'll never solve
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Our love's un-even remainders
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Our lives are fractions of a whole
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But if the world could remain within a frame
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Like a painting on a wall
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Then I think we'd see the beauty then
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We'd stand staring in awe
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At our still lives posed 
    F    E    Am
Like a bowl of oranges
     F    E   Am
Like a story told
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By the fault-lines in the soil


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