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| B | Ebm | | Don't work on a Sunday, don't sleep on a | Monday |
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| Ebm | E | A | F#sus4 | | Just think of a | fun day when your | life is getting you | down, yeah |
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| B | Ebm | | To get through a | heartache, just picture a | spring day |
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| Ebm | E | A | | And play in the | bright daylight a | while, |
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| F#sus4 | F# | | so give it a | chance - you won't re - | gret it |
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| | | Ebm | Abm | | | 'Cause you | know today won't | last forever, |
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| | | Ebm | Abm | | | to | morrow has a brand new | name |
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| | | Ebm | Abm | | | I'll | give you all that | I can offer, |
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| | | E | F#sus4 | | | the | rest is all up to | you, yeah |
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| | | B | | | You're all out of | luck, |
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| | | Ebm | | | if you wanna give | up, |
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| | | F#m | E | | | you've got to let | go of all your bad | memories |
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| | | B | Ebm | | | Breakin' it | up means bringing it | down, |
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| | | D | F#sus4 | | | you need to get | right back on | track |
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| | | B | | | 'Cause you're all out of | luck, |
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| | | Ebm | | | if you wanna give | up, |
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| | | F#m | Ab | | | you've got to be | lieve in your | self |
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| | | C#m | C+ | | | You'll be | fine 'cause you'll be | mine, |
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| | | C#m7 | F# | | | so just wake | up before it's too | late |
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| | | B | Bmaj7 | | | And you're all out of | love, | (oooh) |
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| | | B6 | | | you're all out of | love |
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| | | F#m/B | F#/B | B | Bmaj7 | | | Hey | yeah... hey | yeah... oh | yeah... | (oooh) |
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| | | B6 | | | You're all out of | love |
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| | | F#m/B | F#/B | B | F#m/B | B | | | Hey | yeah... hey | yeah... oh | yeah... | | |
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Don't work on a Sunday, don't sleep on a Monday |
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Tomorrow's a new day, all the time, just waiting for you, yeah |
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From dawn until midnight, or asleep in the moonlight |
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You'll always be all right just as long as you follow your heart, yeah |
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you've got to let go of all your bad memories |
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Breakin' it up means bringing it down, |
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you need to get right back on track |
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'Cause you're all out of luck, if you wanna give up, |
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you've got to believe in your self |
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You'll be fine 'cause you'll be mine, |
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so just wake up before it's too late |
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And you're all out of love, (oooh) |
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Hey yeah... hey yeah... oh yeah... (oooh) |
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Hey yeah... hey yeah... oh yeah... |
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