Am C Old, old soulsG Don't knowD They're oldAm Until they're on the edgeC Trying to processG D The loss of old friendsAm C Scars, old scarsG D I keep in jarsAm Collect them like a badgeC Won't forget the pastG D Those old, old friendsF C Turns out all of my highsG Are making love to my lowsG Making fun of my boundariesEm F Sticks and stonesC G D You say love, I believe it to the boneAm C If I could see how you see meG D I could be a little bit happyAm C And through your eyes, I realizeG D I could be, a little bit happyAm C G D Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happyAm C G D Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happyAm C Cold, so coldG Even tippy's birdsD Went homeAm But I'm still standing hereC Counting all my tearsG D Trying to feel what you felt for yearsF C Turns out all of my highsG Are making love to my lowsG Making fun of my boundariesEm F Sticks and stonesC G D You say love, I believe it to the boneAm C If I could see how you see meG D I could be a little bit happyAm C And through your eyes, I realizeG D I could be, a little bit happyAm C G D Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happyAm C G D Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy
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