My Best Days

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I've been scraped and I've been bruised 
C              G                 F 
I never had a love like this to lose 
C      G     F 
Yeah! 

C              G                   F 
Stealing your heart like an old t-shirt you'll never throw away 
C          G                 F 
Living it up like old furniture, walked past every day. 
        C                G          F 
Will you stay up with me long enough to hear me sing? 
                C                 G                F 
My voice ain't much, always wished it were prettier 
                           Am 
But I never could sit to learn 

     G            F                       Am 
It's all the same, wind up to hit and it fades 
     G            F                       Am 
The life the game, wind up to hit and it fades 
                  F                     
It's me you carry, your gold-leaf obituary 
C                        G 
Woa-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh, I know what they're saying about me 
Am                     F  
The faces are changing, the sentiment is rearranging 
C                              G                                        Am  F  Am  F   G 
Woa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, they'll all have nightmares about me on my best days 

C            G                   F 
I've been scraped and I've been bruised 
C              G                 F 
I never had a love like this to lose 
                       Am                              F 
What did you think it was? Don't you get what you are? 
                                    C  
The weight we're gonna' break free from and rise above 
               G                           Am 
It's funny how those that don't do, speak tons 

     G            F                       Am 
It's all the same, wind up to hit and it fades 
     G            F                       Am 
The life the game, wind up to hit and it fades 
                  F                     
It's me you carry, your gold-leaf obituary 
C                        G 
Woa-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh, I know what they're saying about me 
Am                     F  
The faces are changing, the sentiment is rearranging 
C                              G                                        Am  F  Am  F G 
Woa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, they'll all have nightmares about me on my best days 

F                           Am  F  Am  F G 
Cheap bets and ankle weights  
F                   Am  F  C  G  F 
Full fledged disarray 
F                     C    G     F 
But they're our best days 
F                         Am   G   F 
What did you think they were? 
                        Am  G   
To you it's all the same  
         F                  Am  F  Am  F G 
But I'm learning to let it fade 

Am                F 
It's me you carry, your gold-leaf obituary 
C                         G 
Woa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I know what they're saying about me 
Am                     F  
The faces are changing, the sentiment is rearranging 
C                               G                  Am F C G 
Woa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, they'll all have nightmares  
F 
About me