• A
  • A/C#
  • Bm
  • D
  • Em
  • G
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D Bm
D Bm
D Bm A [Verse 1]
D We all had the same look on our
Bm faces, doesn't it feel like that?
D And it took two years to
Bm replace it, doesn't seem so bad
D When you reveal a little bit more
Bm of yourself every time you go
A It is hard to watch, but it's good to know
D Bm At first it feels good but then not really
D Bm It's a process, c'mon, you gotta believe me
D Doesn't make you wrong and it
Bm doesn't make me right
A Just means we're different and you don't think about it all the time [Chorus]
G D I fell down, you propped me up
A You said you wouldn't start, 'cause
G I couldn't stop
G D My days are young, my nights are old
A G When it comes down to truth everyone has their own [Instrumental]
D Bm
D Bm
D Bm A
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[Verse 2]
D Bm This isn't any fun
D Bm Like games I don't wanna play
D You don't know what you want
Bm anymore
A I don't know what to say
D We all had the same look on our
Bm faces, doesn't it feel like that?
D And it took six years to replace
Bm it, doesn't seem so bad
D I reveal a little more of myself
Bm every time I leave
A It's hard to know, but it's what I need [Chorus]
G D I fell down, you propped me up
A You said you wouldn't start, 'cause
G I couldn't stop
G D My days are young, my nights are old
A G When it comes down to truth everyone has their own [Bridge]
Bm G The first time that I met you, you were selling me a lie
Bm (A/C# D) Em You wanted fifty dollars, for
G me it's twenty-five
Bm G It seemed like a good day, a good day to be alive
Bm You know you had no use for it
Em any longer it was time for someone
G else to take a try
Bm G The first time that I met you, you were selling me a bike
Bm (A/C# D) Em It had a couple issues,
G nothing I couldn't let slide
Bm G It seemed like a good day to be barely alive
Bm You know you had no use for it
Em any longer, it was time for someone
G else to take a ride
D Bm
D Bm [Chorus]
G D I fell down, you propped me up
A You said you wouldn't start, 'cause
G I couldn't stop
G D My days are young, my nights are old
A G When it comes down to truth everyone has their own
G Now my days are too young, my nights are too old
D When it comes down to truth everyone's got their own
A And it's hard to explain the thing I've been told
G It's hard to admit I wanna go home [Other]
D Bm
D Bm
D Bm A
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