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by Bright Eyes


                                  
The rain it started tappin, on the window near my bed
                                     
There was a loophole in my dreamin, so I got out of it
                                       
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
                                          
To my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been
                                      
So I dressed myself and left them, out into the grey streets
                                  
But everything seemed different, completely new to me
                                      
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
                               
And each person I encountered, I couldn’t wait to meet
                               
And I came upon a doctor, who appeared in quite poor health
                                                    
I said there’s nothing that I can do for you that you can’t do for yourself
                                           
He said “Oh yes you can just hold my hand, I think that that would help”
                               
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."


                  
  

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