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test environment
The Calendar Hung Itself bright eyes
Tekst piosenki i chwyty na gitarę
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fis
-2--Cis
-4--b
-2---E
0---A
0---D
2-----2---6---3---0---2---3---
--2---6---4---1---2---2---
--4---6---4---2---2---0---
--4---4---2---2---0-------
--2-----------0-----------
Does he kiss your
fis
eyelids in the morningwhen you start to raise your head?
And does he
Cis
sing to you incessantlyfrom the place between your bed and wall?
Does he
fis
walk around all day at schoolwith his feet inside your shoes?
Looking
Cis
down every few stepsto pretend he walks with you?
Does he
fis
know that place below your neckthat is your favorite to be touched?
And does he
Cis
cry through broken sentenceslike "I love you far too much"?
b
Does he lay E
awake listeA
ning to your D
breath?b
Worried that E
you smoke too A
many cigaD
rettes?Is he
E
coughing now on a fis
bathroom floor?For every
E
speck of tile there are a fis
thousand moreThat you won't
E
ever seeBut must
A
hold E
inside D
yourself eE
ternallfis
y Cis
Fis
Cis
I drug your
fis
ghost across the countryand we plotted out my death
In every
Cis
city, memories would whisper"Here is where you rest"
I was de
fis
termined in ChicagoBut I dug my teeth into my knees
And I
Cis
settled for a telephoneSang into your machine
"
fis
You are my sunshine,My only
Cis
sunshine.fis
You are my sunshineMy only
Cis
sunshine"b
E
A
D
b
E
A
D
E
Fis
E
Fis
E
A
E
D
E
I
fis
kissed a girl with a broken jawThat her father gave to her
She had eyes
Cis
bright enough to burn meThey reminded me of yours
And in a
fis
story told she was a little girlIn a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
And there were
Cis
rows of ripe tomatoesWhere a secret was concealed
And it
fis
rose like thunderClapped under our
Cis
handsAnd it
fis
stretched for centuriesTo a diary entry's
Cis
end where I wrote"
fis
You make me happy (WHAT?)When the skies are
Cis
grayfis
You make me happy (WHAT?)When skies are
Cis
gray and gray and gray"Well the c
b
lock's heart it E
hangs inside A
its open D
chestWith hands
b
stretched towards the E
calendar A
hanging itD
selfBut I
E
will not weep for those fis
dying daysFor all the
E
ones who've left there are a fis
few that stayedAnd they
E
found me here and A
pulled me E
from the D
grassE
fis
E
fis
E...Where I was laid