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

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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

 C                                           Am       
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:
 C                                        Am     
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

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

          G           C     
And I am old, I am old

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

          G           C     
And I am old, I am old