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Bowl Of Oranges Bright Eyes
The [C]rain it started tappin, on the [G]window near my bed
There was a [Dm]loophole in my dreamin, so [G]I got out of it
And to [Am]my surprise my eyes were wide and [F]already open
To my [Dm]nightstand and my dresser where those [G]nightmares had just been
So I [C]dressed myself and left them, out [G]into the grey streets
But [Dm]everything seemed different, com[G]pletely new to me
The [Am]sky, the trees, houses, buildings, e[F]ven my own body
And each [Dm]person I encountered, I [G]couldn’t wait to meet
And I [C]came upon a doctor, who ap[G]peared in quite poor health
I said there’s [Dm]nothing that I can do for you that you [G]can’t do for yourself
He said “Oh [Am]yes you can just hold my hand, I [F]think that that would help”
So I [Dm]sat with him a while, and I [G]asked 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 [G]therapeutic smile."
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So that’s[C] how I learned the lesson, that [G]everyone’s alone
And [Dm]eyes must do some raining, if you’re [G]ever gonna grow
And when cry[Am]in don’t help, you can’t compose yourself it’s best [F]to compose a poem
An [Dm]honest verse of longing, or a [G]simple song of hope
That’s why I’m [C]singin’ baby don’t worry, cause [G]now I got you back
And every [Dm]time you feel like crying, I’m gonna [G]try and make you laugh
And [Am]if I can’t, if it just hurts too bad, then we’ll [F]wait for it to pass
And [Dm]I will keep you company, for those [G]days so long and black
And we’ll keep [C]working on the problem, that [G]no one ever solved
Of love’s [Dm]uneven remainders, our lives are [G]fractions of a whole
But if the world [Am]could remain within a frame, like a [F]painting on a wall
Then I [Dm]think we’d see the beauty and, we’d [G]stand 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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