Rose Colored Lenses

A                                                   F#m     A
When we’re always wasted on the feelings of what we pretended
                      E      C#m              A
11 years old, a clean slate, and rose-colored lenses
                                  E               A        E
When even the most drowsy summers still remain sunkissed
A                   B                       A
And the coldest winters are the ones that become nostalgic

      F#           A                        D  A
Maybe it’s another sign, it always was with us
                  C#m               D       F#m E D    F#  E  D
But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved

D                               E                   D
When we’re always wasted on the feelings of what we pretended
         F#m          A
30 years old, a clean slate, and rose-colored lenses
                                  E            D
When even the most drowsy summers still remain sunkissed
                F#m             E                    D
And the coldest winters are the ones that become nostalgic

                         C#m                    D
No one else cuts these wrists, it’s always me I fight
            F#            E                  D
No one else chooses these thoughts I have at night
                  F#m               D       C#m G#m F#m C#m A G#m D
But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa

F#m                             A       C#m        D
When we’re always wasted on the feeling of what we pretended
                F#m   E                       D
60 years old, a clean slate, and rose-colored lenses

F#m                         E D
No one else does it like I do
    F#                                  E    C#m    F#m  A  D  A  D
But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved

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