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+ (F4)- (F2)[Intro]
F G (x3)
C
[Verse]
F G F
You touch these tired eyes of mine
G F
And map my face out line by line
G C B7
And somehow growing old feels fine
F G F
I listen close for I'm not smart
G F
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
G C B7
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart
[Chorus]
F G
I may not have the softest touch
F G
I may not say the words as such
F G
And though I may not look like much
C B7
I'm yours
[Post-Chorus]
F G
And though my edges may be rough
F G
And never feel I'm quite enough
F G
It may not seem like very much
C B7
But I'm yours
[Instrumental]
Am C Dm B7 E7
[Verse]
F G F
You heeled these scars over time
G
Embraced my soul
F
You loved my mind
G C B7
You're the only angel in my life
F G F
The day news came my best friend died
G F
My knees went week and you saw me cry
G C B7
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes
[Chorus]
F G
I may not have the softest touch
F G
I may not say the words as such
F G
And though I may not look like much
C B7
I'm yours
[Post-Chorus]
F G
And though my edges may be rough
F G
And never feel I'm quite enough
F G
It may not seem like very much
C B7
But I'm yours
[Instrumental]
Am C Dm B7 E7 (x2)
[Chorus]
F G
I may not have the softest touch
F G
I may not say the words as such
F G
I know I don't fit in that much
C
I'm yours.
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