Hurts — Piano Lead Sheet

(C#5)Ba by, I’m not made of stone; it hurts. (F#5)Lov ing you the way I do, it hurts. Hold tight, it’s a sing a long. Al right, I’m al right, but I could be wrong, ba by. I know you re mem ber me, five three in the back of the lav o ry. come on. You can least try and look at me. Oh man, oh man, what a trag e dy, ha, ha. Bang, bang, it was par a dise. I chill, why we al ways had to roll the dice, la, la. Heart beat in’ ir reg u lar. Two seats in the back of the cin e ma, ha zy. Ah yeah, you for get tin’ it and all the mad shit we did af ter that, cra zy. Your heart, come on, ba by. I swear you’re giv in’ me shiv ers, shiv ers. (C#m)Ba by, I’m not made of stone; it (A)hurts. (F#m)Lov ing you the (E)way I (B)do, it (C#m)hurts. When (C#m)all that’s left to do is watch, it (A)hurts. Well, (F#m)ba by, I’m not (E)made of (B)stone; it (C#m)hurts. Hold on, it’s a mar a thon. Run fast, run fast like the riv ers run. God damn. Nev er seen in the res tau rant. Ah, took a min ute till the pen ny dropped, you know. My tears don’t fall too of ten, but your knife is (B)cut ting me deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep. It hurts the way that you pre tend you don’t re mem ber. It hurts the way that you for get our times to geth er. Like the time, laid in bed, when you said it’s (A)for ev er. I can’t, I can’t ex plain no more. Ba by, I’m not made of stone; it (A)hurts. (F#m)Lov ing you the (E)way I (B)do, it (C#m)hurts. When (C#m)all that’s left to do is watch, it (A)hurts. Well, (F#m)ba by, I’m not (E)made of (B)stone; it (C#m)hurts. (C#5)Ba by, I’m not made of stone; it hurts. Yeah, (F#5)lov ing you the way I do, it hurts.