Everybody and Their Broken Hearts Lyrics

(G and E A half step down)
This is the way I'm playing the song/chords, with some variation sometimes, but
listen to the song, and you'll get the hang of it/find your own way.
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Chords used:
C#m G#m7/Eb E (deep)E F#m G#m
Intro x2:
Verse 1:
Everyone I ever loved or even care about has some kind of troubled background
You see it in their eyes looking at each other in a secondhand store
Think you found the one we can make this work I guess
We can make a run so much hope
All you gotta do or all I gotta do is spend time on it
Pre-chorus:
I'm on the rack again, Almost healed ironed and smooth
Please take me where I belong,
And I will tell you, baby you're the prettiest one,
Why can't you come along?
Chorus:
Well it's all right it's all right I mean hey look who you're talking to
You really want my opinion?
Messing up in love everyone should do, And then we get better at it
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, all reaching out to you
Verse 2:
The sun is peeking thru leaves and branches of nearby trees
Silhouettes play on naked white walls here on Branden Street
Had it not been for the reminder of the distant droning freeways
You would be surprised
If someone tried to tell you girl; LA is no paradise
Pre-chorus:
But I'm coming back again, Almost healed ironed and smooth
Because this is where I belong
And I will tell you , baby you're the prettiest one
Just wish you'd come along
Chorus:
Well it's all right it's all right I mean hey look who you're talking to
I'll never stop dreaming
Messing up in love everyone should do, And then we get better at it
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, all reaching out to you
Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes, till they burn right thru
Well it's all right it's all right I mean hey look who you're talking to
I'll never stop dreaming
Messing up in love everyone should do, we might just get better at it
Well, everybody and their broken hearts, and us wannebe heartbreakers too
Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes, till they burn right thru
Thomas Lundesgaard, Norway