Intro
F#m C#m7/Ab A (x2)
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Verse 1:
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Everyone I ever loved or even care about has some kind of troubled background
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You see it in their eyes looking at each other in a secondhand store
F#m
Think you found the one we can make this work I guess
C#m7/Ab A
We can make a run so much hope
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All you gotta do or all I gotta do is spend time on it
Pre-chorus:
A F#m A
I'm on the rack again, Almost healed ironed and smooth
Bm
Please take me where I belong,
A F#m A
And I will tell you, baby you're the prettiest one,
Bm Bm
Why can't you come along?
Chorus:
F#m C#m7/Ab A
Well it's all right it's all right I mean hey look who you're talking to
Bm
You really want my opinion?
F#m C#m7/Ab A Bm
Messing up in love everyone should do, And then we get better at it
F#m C#m7/A A Bm C#m
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, all reaching out to you
Verse 2:
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The sun is peeking thru leaves and branches of nearby trees
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Silhouettes play on naked white walls here on Branden Street
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Had it not been for the reminder of the distant droning freeways
A
You would be surprised
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If someone tried to tell you girl; LA is no paradise
Pre-chorus:
A F#m A
But I'm coming back again, Almost healed ironed and smooth
Bm
Because this is where I belong
A F#m A
And I will tell you , baby you're the prettiest one
Bm Bm
Just wish you'd come along
Chorus:
F#m C#m7/Ab A
Well it's all right it's all right I mean hey look who you're talking to
Bm
I'll never stop dreaming
F#m C#m7/Ab A Bm
Messing up in love everyone should do, And then we get better at it
F#m C#m7/A A (E)
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, all reaching out to you
F#m C#m7/A A Bm
Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes, till they burn right thru
F#m C#m7/Ab A
Well it's all right it's all right I mean hey look who you're talking to
Bm
I'll never stop dreaming
F#m C#m7/Ab A Bm
Messing up in love everyone should do, we might just get better at it
F#m C#m7/A A (E)
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, and us wannebe heartbreakers too
F#m C#m7/A A Bm C#m
Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes, till they burn right thru
Thomas Lundesgaard, Norway