Artist: Sara Bareilles
[INTRO]
[D] [Bm] [G] [A]
[VERSE 1]
She has her ba[D]ck to me at the kitchen sink
I[Bm]'m trying to read her mind, wondering
What she do[G]esn't say to [A]anybody
The lau[D]ndry's folded, beds are made
It's l[Bm]ike this every single day
It's mem[G]orized, but a th[A]in disguise
[CHORUS]
[Em]I see what she c[A]an't see
Her light on[D]ly ever lan[Bm]ded on me
But there's a gli[Em]mmer in her brown eyes
The on[A]es she gave to me
So I kn[C]ow we can both[A] be shiny
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[D] [Bm] [G] [A]
[VERSE 2]
She c[D]alls on Sundays, checking in
We ta[Bm]lk about the weather again
It ne[G]ver changes, she wonders[A] where the rain is
On[D]ce in a while I catch a glimpse
Of the true[Bm]st things that she keeps hidden
Her sec[G]ret heart, that's my fav[A]orite part
[CHORUS]
I s[Em]ee what she can't[A] see
Her light on[D]ly ever land[Bm]ing on me
But there's a gli[Em]mmer in her brown eyes
The o[A]nes she gave to me
So I kn[C]ow we can bo[A]th be sh[Em]iny[A] , sh[D]iny[G]
All that gli[Em]tters isn't gold, but go[A]ld is all I see
So I kn[C]ow we can b[A]oth be sh[D]iny
[D] [Bm] [G] [A]
[VERSE 1]
She has her ba[D]ck to me at the kitchen sink
I[Bm]'m trying to read her mind, wondering
What she do[G]esn't say to [A]anybody
The lau[D]ndry's folded, beds are made
It's l[Bm]ike this every single day
It's mem[G]orized, but a th[A]in disguise
[CHORUS]
[Em]I see what she c[A]an't see
Her light on[D]ly ever lan[Bm]ded on me
But there's a gli[Em]mmer in her brown eyes
The on[A]es she gave to me
So I kn[C]ow we can both[A] be shiny
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[D] [Bm] [G] [A]
[VERSE 2]
She c[D]alls on Sundays, checking in
We ta[Bm]lk about the weather again
It ne[G]ver changes, she wonders[A] where the rain is
On[D]ce in a while I catch a glimpse
Of the true[Bm]st things that she keeps hidden
Her sec[G]ret heart, that's my fav[A]orite part
[CHORUS]
I s[Em]ee what she can't[A] see
Her light on[D]ly ever land[Bm]ing on me
But there's a gli[Em]mmer in her brown eyes
The o[A]nes she gave to me
So I kn[C]ow we can bo[A]th be sh[Em]iny[A] , sh[D]iny[G]
All that gli[Em]tters isn't gold, but go[A]ld is all I see
So I kn[C]ow we can b[A]oth be sh[D]iny
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