Spring Cleaning
Bright EyesVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Amy's got a baby in her stomach
she took my hand and I felt it kick
she's crying and glowing
she's three months and showing
seeing her now makes me want to live
seeing her now makes me want to live
But her mans got an angry mouth
he once told me to rot in hell
he's poisonous, reasonless
demons and jesus
if he died it'd be just as well
if he died it'd be just as well
So I'm having it out with the rain
It argues so long and so loud
It keeps tappin and talkin
we're walking forever
on 1st Avenue Headed South
on 1st Avenue Headed South
And all the traffic lights blur
into a bright bouquet
my heart is in mothballs...it's been
packed away
but I can't get to it, no way
til the birds return for spring cleaning
All the traffic lights blur
into a bright bouquet
I wish I could turn...and just
walk away
but I can't do it, no way
til the birds return for spring ... cleaning.
*actually i would have to give credit to Neva Dinova... but whatever
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Readable chord sheet for Spring Cleaning by Bright Eyes
[C]Amy's got a [G]baby in her [Am]stomach she [C]took my hand and [G]I felt it [Am]kick she's [C]crying and [G]glowing she's [C]three months and [G]showing seeing [C]her now makes [G]me want to [Am]live seeing [C]her now makes [G]me want to [Am]live But her [C]mans got an [G]angry [Am]mouth he once[C] told me to[G] rot in[Am] hell he's [C]poisonous, [G]reasonless [C]demons and [G]jesus if he [C]died it'd [G]be just as [Am]well if he [C]died it'd [G]be just as [Am]well So I'm [C]having it [G]out with the [C]rain It [C]argues so [G]long and so [C]loud It keeps [C]tappin and [G]talkin we're [C]walking fo[G]rever on [C]1st Ave[G]nue Headed [C]South on [C]1st Ave[G]nue Headed [C]South [F] And all the traffic light[G]s blur [C] into a bright bouquet[Am] [F] my heart is in [G]mothballs...it's been [C] packed away[E] but I [F]can't ge[G]t to it, no way[Am] [C] til the [F]birds return for[G] spring cleaning[C] [C] [G] [Am] [C] [G] [Am] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [Am] [C] [G] [C] [F] All the traffic lights [G]blur [C] into a bright bouquet[Am] [F] I wish I could[G] turn...and just [C] walk aw[Am]ay but I[F] can't [G]do it, no wa[Am]y [C] til the [F]birds return for[G] spring ... cleaning[C]. *actually i would have to give credit to Neva Dinova... but whatever