Tuning: E A D Gb B Eb
(G and E a half step down)

Chords used:
      C#m     Abm7/Eb      E     (deep) E      F#m       Abm
Eb | ----0---- | ----0---- | ----0---- | ----0---- | ----0---- | ----0---- | 
B  | ----0---- | ----0---- | ----0---- | ----0---- | ----0---- | ----0---- | 
Gb | ----0---- | ----0---- | ----0---- | ----2---- | ----0---- | ----0---- | 
D  | ----2---- | ----4---- | ----6---- | ----2---- | ----4---- | ----6---- | 
A  | ----4---- | ----6---- | ----7---- | ----2---- | ----4---- | ----6---- | 
E  | --------- | --------- | --------- | ----0---- | ----2---- | ----4---- | 


Intro x2:         
          C#m                Abm7/Eb                E (x2)
Eb | ------------------- | -------------------- | ---------0---------- | 
B  | ---------0--------- | ---------0---------- | ---------0---------- | 
Gb | -------0---0------- | -------0---0-------- | -------0---0-------- | 
D  | -----2-------2----- | -----4-------4------ | -----6-------6------ | 
A  | ---4--------------- | ---6---------------- | ---7---------------- | 
E  | ------------------- | -------------------- | -------------------- | 

Verse 1:
C#m             Abm7/Eb                  E
Everyone I ever loved or even care about has some kind of troubled background
C#m                      Abm7/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
Abm7/Eb           E
We can make a run so much hope
C#m              Abm7/Eb                    Abm
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                                                           Abm7/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                         Abm7/Eb E              F#m
Messing up in love everyone should do, And then we get better at it
C#m                              Abm7/E   E                  F#m  Abm
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, all reaching out to you

Verse 2:
C#m                     Abm7/Eb                E
The sun is peeking thru leaves and branches of nearby trees
C#m                 Abm7/Eb                   E
Silhouettes play on naked white walls here on Branden Street
C#m                                     Abm7/Eb                  
Had it not been for the reminder of the distant droning freeways
E
You would be surprised 
C#m                           Abm7/Eb       Abm
If someone tried to tell you girl; LA 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                                                           Abm7/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                         Abm7/Eb E              F#m
Messing up in love everyone should do, And then we get better at it
C#m                              Abm7/E   E                  ( E )
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, all reaching out to you
C#m                           Abm7/E          E                    F#m
Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes, till they burn right thru

C#m                                                           Abm7/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                         Abm7/Eb E                F#m
Messing up in love everyone should do, we might just get better at it
C#m                              Abm7/E   E                           ( E )
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, and us wannebe heartbreakers too
C#m                           Abm7/E          E                    F#m  Abm
Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes, till they burn right thru

Thomas Lundesgaard, Norway