Am7 C C/F Messages from broken bottles fall on black sandy beachesAm7 C C/F Ink in vain across the page now run from morning dewAm7 C Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes which strain to readC/F Csus4 Heart which pound from love long overdueAm7 C C/F Lips which press together, stifle rhythmic heavy breathesDm C Bb Oh, how she cries from vicarious love from the one he writes aboutDm C Bb She must have been so glad for him to throw it outAm7 C Further steps lead to yet another broken bottleC/F Again the words contained have bled the pageAm7 C Whose tears were these which ran the inkC/F From who they'd pour to make this streak?Am7 C Were they his by chance from telling her or hers by chance from reading it?C/F they could have been collectiveC/F they could have been from someone elseAm7 Why don't we see whats at the bottom?C C/F Why don't we see what comes nextDm C Bb Oh, how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes aboutDm C Bb she must have been so sad for him to throw her outF Am7 Let's just say she, she is betterDm C Bb Better off somehowF Am7 Let's just say she, she has never beenDm C Bb Happier than she is nowGm We couldn't fake it so why even try?F Am7 Let's just say she, she is betterDm C Bb Better off somehowF Am7 Let's just say she, she has never beenDm C Bb Happier than she is nowF Am7 Let's just say she, she is betterDm C Bb Better off somehowF Am7 Let's just say she, she has never beenDm C Bb Happier than she is now( Am7 C C/F )
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