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[Verse 1]
C C            Em     Em                 Am
  Colors fade away in thoughts of better days,
Am            F         F           C
she begins to see those memories in gray.
C                  Em          Em              Am
She won't feel the hurt 'cause love was just a word,
    Am       F        F            C
her favorite sound is better off unheard.

[Pre-Chorus]
    G        Am                   G                F
The smell of summer days from the flowers that you gave,
    C              G          G*
she threw 'em all away.

[Chorus]
F             C     G            Am
  She's doing fine,   all on her own,
F              C            G            Am
  she'll never need another hand to hold.
F             C                Em            Am** G**
  She doesn't mind that summer comes and goes
F              C               G          G** Em**
  'cause she's doing fine, she told you
F           C                 G          G*
  but those hands are getting colder.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
C C              Em         Em             Am
  Autumn sales begin as the cold begins to win,
    Am             F               F                C
she buys a pair of mittens she can use to fight the wind.
    C            Em             Em                Am
She never needed gloves but her hands they needed love,
    Am              F                 F         C
the knitted pockets on her hands will never be enough.

[Pre-Chorus]
    G        Am                   G                F
The smell of better days from the sweater that you gave,
    C             G           G
she wears it everyday did she really say.

[End-Chorus]
F             C     G            Am
  She's doing fine,   all on her own,
F              C            G            Am
  she'll never need another hand to hold.
F             C                Em            Am** G**
  She doesn't mind that summer comes and goes
F              C               G          G** Em**
  'cause she's doing fine, she told you
F*          C*                G*
  but those hands are getting colder.

[Outro]
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