A A/G# Fm D E Well, I wish I could keep every piece of youD E All the lies and the truthsD All the trophies from your youthE The phone you used to call me onA A/G# Fm I would put them all up on my shelfD E Just to be close to youA A/G# Fm D E And I wrote your name on the empty bottle of wineD E All the kisses in the parksD Our first christmas lightsE Silver cone for your short black hairA A/G# Fm I would put each one in a boxD E Just to have you near to meA A/G# Fm Some people just see a pile of junkD E They dont know that its pieces ofA A/G# Fm D E Pieces of youA A/G# Fm D E But I'd trade it all just to have you here by my sideD E Hear your laugh one more timeD Feel your hand holding mineE See that hungry look in your eyesA A/G# Fm I would hide your keys so you couldn't driveD E Then you'd still be here with meA A/G# Fm Some people just see a pile of junkD E They dont know that its pieces ofA A/G# Fm D E Pieces of you
Pieces Of You
Ben Sollee
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