Monument Valley - Casual - Dear John Letters Ukulele chords by Soundtracks

Verse:
 C                                      Am
We wrote our Dear John letters in the same pen

     G                                    C
And before the ink was dry they were already stamped and sent

 C                                  Am
Yours to West Berlin and mine to Kent

     G                                  C
And they sat side by side until they went


Verse:
 C                                         Am
Your Sunday school script was packed in tight

 G                               C
Careful and considered in the faltering bathroom light

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Mine in the spidery hand in which I still write

 G                              C
I thought of every line as a fuse ready to light


Chorus:
 F                                      C
They came back broken they came back bent

     F                                              C
And expected us to be what they thought they’d left

               G
And though we weren’t quite whole

                    F
Turned out we were all

                          C
Each other needed to grow old


Verse:
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The thick skin on my back grew hard to cut

       G                                          C
I’m sure the words were sharp but they never stuck

 C                                Am
We sat back pretty easy and we watched the decades bend

 G                                         C
Home, bus stop, shop, bus stop and home again


Chorus:
 F                                      C
They came back broken they came back bent

     F                                              C
And expected us to be what they thought they’d left

               G
And though we weren’t quite whole

                    F
Turned out we were all

                          C
Each other needed to grow old


Verse:
 C                                            Am
Now my stiff limbs jerk across the station concours

        G                       C
Like a wind up toy forced to walk

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And you’ve been dead six years now though sometimes it feels like more

          G           C
And I am old, I am old

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You’ve been dead six years now though sometimes it feels like more

          G           C
And I am old, I am old