How We Love Tabulatur von Ingrid Michaelson

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I knew a  man who was afraid to love
to lay his heart on the bathroom rug
A
he drank his coffee in the same old mug
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and sat in silence ?til the world fell numb
 
A
until the day when a girl came by
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she had eyes like the rising tide
C#m
he felt a sharpness deep inside
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the kind of ache that can?t be satisfied

Bm 
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we hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
 
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But how we love when it washes our cars
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we love to love when it fills up the room
but when it leaves oh we?re cursing the stars


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so he turned to the radio
F#                Bm
and he went to a  picture show
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tried to find someone else who knows
        A                   B 
all the hurt that a heart can hold
she smelled like cinnamon and winter clove
   C#m       A                     F#
and sparked  like firewood inside a stove
      C#m               E          A
wanted to ask her just to sit and  stay
                          C#m      A 
instead he watched as she walked away
 
                              Bm   E
we hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
                A              Bm
but how we love  when it washes our cars
we love to love when it fills up the room
but when it leaves oh we?re cursing the stars
 
C#m   A                 Ebm        Am
we  hate the rain when it fills up  our shoes
                                   B 
but how we love when it washes our  cars
        A
we love  to love when it fills up the room
         E 
but when  it leaves oh we?re cursing the stars