Everybody And Their Broken Hearts

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 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? 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 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; LA is no paradise 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 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