Capo 1 

C         G              Am               F 
I fell in love with a wind-up souvenir 
C                     G                  Am                 F 
I bought it downtown as I was on my way to meet you 
C                          G                       Am                     F 
She sounds like the songs you used to sing to put me to sleep but 
      Am                                 F                         G 
But now that you're gone, she's all that I've left to hold 


        C        F     G 
And I feel so all alone 
C           F      Am                   G 
No one's gonna fix me when I'm broke 
C                             F 
How do you cry with inanimate eyes? 
         Am                                  G 
You're never gonna smile with the way that you are 
         C        F    G 
And I feel so all alone 


C                 G 
I gave her to you 
                    Am             F 
I thought you might appreciate 
C                         G 
The way that she dances 
                 Am                F 
The painted look upon her face 
C                                       G 
She must have come from the sun 
              Am                         F 
I want to take her through the park 
                 Am                 F 
Where she'd tell me I'm all, all that she wants 
    G 
If she could even talk 



        C        F     G 
And I feel so all alone 
C           F      Am                   G 
No one's gonna fix me when I'm broke 
C                             F 
How do you cry with inanimate eyes? 
         Am                                  G 
You're never gonna smile with the way that you are 
         C        F    G 
And I feel so all alone 
   C        F    G 
I feel so all alone 


                 F         G 
And she sits on my shelf 
    C                      Am 
It makes me think of you 
                   F             G 
The way she carries the things  
           C            Am 
that remind me of who 
                 F       G 
We used to be before  
            C G Am 
we became antiques 
           F         G 
She's a lot like you 
                C         Am 
But when I hold her too  
F 
tight, I know she'll break 
             G 
She just takes some glue to stay 



        C        F     G 
And I feel so all alone 
C           F      Am                   G 
No one's gonna fix me when I'm broke 
C                             F 
How do you cry with inanimate eyes? 
         Am                                  G 
You're never gonna smile with the way that you are 
         C        F    G 
And I feel so all alone 
   C        F    G 
I feel so all alone 
   C        F    G 
I feel so all alone