Ingrid Michaelson - How We Love

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i knew A man who was afraid to love
to lay his heart on the bathroom rug
A
he drank his coffee in the same old mug
E
and sat in silence til the world fell numb

A
until the day when a girl came by
E
she had eyes like the rising tide
C#m
he felt a sharpness deep inside
A
the kind of ache that cant be satisfied

Bm
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we hate the rain when it fills up our shoes

A
but how we love when it washes our cars
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we love to love when it fills up the room
but when it leaves oh were cursing the stars

A
so he turned to the radio
F# Bm
and he went to A picture show
E
tried to find someone else who knows
A B
all the hurt that a heart can hold
she smelled like cinnamon and winter clove
C#m A F#
and sparked like firewood inside a stove
C#m E A
wanted to ask her just to sit and stay
C#m A
instead he watched as she walked away

Bm E
we hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
A Bm
but how we love when it washes our cars
we love to love when it fills up the room
but when it leaves oh were cursing the stars

C#m A D#m Am
we hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
B
but how we love when it washes our cars
A
we love to love when it fills up the room
E
but when it leaves oh were cursing the stars