Rose Colored Lenses
Eliza Grace
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A When we’re always wasted on theF#m A feelings of what we pretendedE 11 years old, a clean slate, andC#m A rose-colored lenses When even the most drowsy summersE A E still remain sunkissedA B And the coldest winters are theA ones that become nostalgic [Verse]F# A Maybe it’s another sign, it alwaysD A was with usC#m But no one really sleeps alone whenD F#m E D F# E D you are lovedContinues after the ad[Chorus]D When we’re always wasted on theE D feelings of what we pretendedF#m A 30 years old, a clean slate, and rose-colored lenses When even the most drowsy summersE D still remain sunkissedF#m E And the coldest winters are theD ones that become nostalgic [Verse]C#m No one else cuts these wrists, it’sD always me I fightF# E No one else chooses these thoughtsD I have at nightF#m But no one really sleeps alone whenD C#m G#m F#m C#m A G#m D you are loved, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa [Chorus]F#m When we’re always wasted on theA C#m D feeling of what we pretendedF#m E 60 years old, a clean slate, andD rose-colored lenses [Other]F#m E D No one else does it like I doF# But no one really sleeps alone whenE C#m F#m A D A D you are loved