C
When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
     G              Am
Are laid out one by one
     C
A wonderful part of the mess that we made
    G                Am
We pick ourselves undone

 C
All of your flaws and all of my flaws
      G                 Am
They lie there hand in hand
  C
Ones we've inherited, ones that we learned
      G               Am
They pass from man to man

           Am          F
There's a hole in my soul
         C                   G
I can't fill it I can't fill it
           Am          F
There's a hole in my soul
         C                     G
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?

 C               F          G               Am
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
    C              F            G               Am 
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
          C         F                 G
Dig them up; let's finish what we've started
          C      F                G
Dig them up, so nothing's left unturned

C
All of your flaws and all of my flaws,
      G                 Am
When they have been exhumed
       C
We'll see that we need them to be who we are
    G                 Am
Without them we'd be doomed

           Am         F
There's a hole in my soul
         C                   G
I can't fill it I can't fill it
           Am         F
There's a hole in my soul
         C                    G
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?

 C               F          G               Am
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
    C              F            G               Am 
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
          C         F                 G
Dig them up; let's finish what we've started
          C      F                G
Dig them up, so nothing's left unturned