Bowl Of Oranges by Bright Eyes

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The rain it started tappin, on the window near my bed
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There was a loophole in my dreamin, 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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To my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been
     C                                 G
So I dressed myself and left them, out into the grey streets
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But everything seemed different, 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, I couldn’t wait to meet
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And I came upon a doctor, who appeared in quite poor health
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I said there’s nothing that 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”
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So I sat with him a while, and I 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 therapeutic smile."


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So that’s how I learned the lesson, that everyone’s alone
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And eyes must do some raining, if you’re ever gonna grow
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And when cryin don’t help, you can’t compose yourself it’s best to compose a poem
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An honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope
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That’s why I’m singin’ baby don’t worry, cause now I got you back
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And every time you feel like crying, I’m gonna try and make you laugh
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And if I can’t, if it just hurts too bad, 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, that no one ever solved
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Of love’s uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole
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But if the world could remain within a frame, like a painting on a wall
       Dm                                  G
Then I think we’d see the beauty and, we’d 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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