Everybody And Their Broken Hearts

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Intro x2:
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Verse 1:
C#m             G#m7/Eb                  E
Everyone I ever loved or even care about has some kind of troubled background
C#m                      G#m7/Eb                    E
You see it in their eyes looking at each other in a secondhand store
C#m
Think you found the one we can make this work I guess
G#m7/Eb           E
We can make a run so much hope
C#m              G#m7/Eb                    G#m
All you gotta do or all I gotta do is spend time on it

Pre-chorus:
E                      C#m                      E
I'm on the rack again, Almost healed ironed and smooth
                       F#m
Please take me where I belong,
E                    C#m                       E
And I will tell you, baby you're the prettiest one,
                   F#m        F#m
Why can't you come along?

Chorus:
C#m                                                           G#m7/Eb E
Well it's all right it's all right I mean hey look who you're talking to
           F#m
You really want my opinion?
C#m                         G#m7/Eb E              F#m
Messing up in love everyone should do, And then we get better at it
C#m                              G#m7/E   E                  F#m  G#m
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, all reaching out to you

Verse 2:
C#m                     G#m7/Eb                E
The sun is peeking thru leaves and branches of nearby trees
C#m                 G#m7/Eb                   E
Silhouettes play on naked white walls here on Branden Street
C#m                                     G#m7/Eb
Had it not been for the reminder of the distant droning freeways
E
You would be surprised
C#m                           G#m7/Eb       G#m
If someone tried to tell you girl; A  is no paradise

Pre-chorus:
E                          C#m                      E
But I'm coming back again, Almost healed ironed and smooth
                        F#m
Because this is where I belong
E                     C#m                       E
And I will tell you , baby you're the prettiest one
                     F#m        F#m
Just wish you'd come along

Chorus:
C#m                                                           G#m7/Eb E
Well it's all right it's all right I mean hey look who you're talking to
     F#m
I'll never stop dreaming
C#m                         G#m7/Eb E              F#m
Messing up in love everyone should do, And then we get better at it
C#m                              G#m7/E   E                  (E)
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, all reaching out to you
C#m                           G#m7/E          E                    F#m
Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes, till they burn right thru

C#m                                                           G#m7/Eb E
Well it's all right it's all right I mean hey look who you're talking to
     F#m
I'll never stop dreaming
C#m                         G#m7/Eb E                F#m
Messing up in love everyone should do, we might just get better at it
C#m                              G#m7/E   E                           (E)
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, and us wannebe heartbreakers too
C#m                           G#m7/E          E                    F#m  G#m
Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes, till they burn right thru