A F#m A When we’re always wasted on the feelings of what we pretendedE C#m A 11 years old, a clean slate, and rose-colored lensesE A E When even the most drowsy summers still remain sunkissedA B A And the coldest winters are the ones that become nostalgic [Verse]F# A D A Maybe it’s another sign, it always was with usC#m D F#m E D F# E D But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved[Chorus]D E D When we’re always wasted on the feelings of what we pretendedF#m A 30 years old, a clean slate, and rose-colored lensesE D When even the most drowsy summers still remain sunkissedF#m E D And the coldest winters are the ones that become nostalgic [Verse]C#m D No one else cuts these wrists, it’s always me I fightF# E D No one else chooses these thoughts I have at nightF#m D C#m G#m F#m C#m A G#m D But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa [Chorus]F#m A C#m D When we’re always wasted on the feeling of what we pretendedF#m E D 60 years old, a clean slate, and rose-colored lenses [Otro]F#m E D No one else does it like I doF# E C#m F#m A D A D But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved
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Eliza Grace
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