Eels - Her

^CNobody's q^Bbuite sure h^Dmow it becam^Ge ^CThat somet^Bbhing so good C^Dmould become of ^Gthis day ^FBut she's like a^C dream ^DmWhere you've lost all yo^Bbur fear

^CAnd in this life you're ^Bblucky to have ^DmEven one good fr^Giend And it's^F her that i'll m^Ciss in t^Ghe end

^CLove stories com^Bbe ^DmAnd then love stories^G go ^CBut this is the ^Bbone ^DmThat i'll always^G know ^FShe is the o^Cne that make^Dms me bel^Bbieve

^CAnd in this life you've ^Bbgot yourself ^DmOn which you can^G depend But it's^F her that i'll m^Ciss in t^Ghe end Yeah it'^Fs her that i'll ^Cmiss in ^Gthe end

^CLove is a ^Bbword that g^Dmets thrown ^G'round a lot ^CSometimes it mea^Bbns something ^DmOther times ^Gnot ^FBut she is the g^Createst ^Dmlove i'll ever k^Bbnow

^CAnd in this life you'll ^Bbnever know What's w^Dmaiting 'round th^Ge bend ^FBut it's her that i'll m^Ciss in t^Ghe end ^FYeah it's her that i'll ^Cmiss in ^Gthe end ^FIt's her that i'll miss ^Cin the e^Gnd