| Bb | Dm | | Here's another Sunday | morning call |
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| Bb | Dm | | You hear your | head banging on the | door |
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| Bb | Dm | | You slip those shoes on and then | out you crawl |
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| Bb | Dm | | Into a | day that couldn't give you | more |
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| | | G | D | | | And In your | head, do you | feel |
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| | | Em | Am7 | | | What you're | not supposed to | feel |
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| | | G | D | | | And you | take, what you | want |
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| | | F | Em | D | | | But you | don't get it for | free | |
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| | | Em | Am | G | | | Coz your | thoughts and words won't | last forever | more |
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| | | C | Am7 | | | If it | ever works out | right |
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| | | D | | | But it's | OK , S'Alright |
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When you're lonely and you start to hear |
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The little voices in your head at night |
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You will only sniff away the tears |
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So you can dance until the morning light |
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| | | G | D | | | And In your | head, do you | feel |
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| | | Em | Am7 | | | What you're | not supposed to | feel |
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| | | G | D | | | And you | take, what you | want |
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| | | F | Em | D | | | But you | can't get hope for | free | |
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| | | Em | Am | G | | | Coz your | thoughts and words won't | last forever | more |
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| F | C | G | D | | If it | ever ever | ever works out | right | |
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| F | C | G | D | | If it | ever ever | ever works out | right | |
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| F | C | G | | Coz it | never never | never works out right | |
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