Intro:   Bb   Bb/G   Eb   F   Gm   Adim   Gm   F 
           Bb   Bb/G   Eb   F   Gm   Adim    
 
Verse 1:Gm  F   Bb                        Gm                    Cm 
             Me and you, we?re not that pretty.   Me and you could use a lift. 
                         F              Bb/D    Gm              Eb               Bb       F 
             I?m out here on the corner crying.  I got rythms, but I got no gift. 
                         Bb                           Gm               Cm 
             Me and you, we?re all we?ve got.  Me and you could be a curse. 
                              F           Bb/D        Gm                           Eb 
             We?ve got bleeding hearts and flowers.  You?ve got strings, but  
                        Bb       F 
             You?ve got no purse. 
 
Chorus:                 Eb                   F                   Bb                     Ab9 
            We?re just freaks in love.  Saints above, shine on our sweet life. 
             Eb                F          Bb          F/A      Gm  F    Eb 
             Happy is the union of fools and freaks alike, and fearless 
                         F       Bb           Adim          Gm                Eb       G/D 
             Are the idiots among the hawks and doves.  We?re on the outside 
             Cm                 F             Eb         Bb   Bb/G   Eb   F   Gm   Adim 
             Looking in;  A couple of freaks in love. 
 
Verse 2: Gm     F  Bb                 Gm                       Cm   
             There?s a wonder in this weakness.  It?s so beautiful sometimes.   
                              F   Bb/D             Gm             Eb               Bb       F 
             Across the universe, with lightning; in the race, we?re a step behind. 
                         Bb                        Gm                        Cm             
             Me and you, we?re not for everyone.  Me and you, we?re damaged 
                                        F            Bb/D   Gm           Eb       Bb      F 
             Goods.  We?re antique and unacceptable, and just misunderstood. 
 
(Repeat Chorus)