Morten Harket

^D All you folks back ^Bm home
I'll never ^F#m tell you this ^A
D you're not supposed to ^Bm know
where your ^A daughter is
^G there are ways of ^A life
you never under ^Bm stood
^G it's right here ^A downtown Holly ^D wood ^A
it's after ^G noon on Sunset Boule ^A vard
I?ve got a stolen moment ^Bm trying hard
to write a kind of ^A
a kind of ^G Christmascard
CHORUS
But ^D I- ^Bm --am ^F#m burning out ^A again
To ^D ni- ^Bm --ght there is ^F#m fever in my ^A veins
^D Mama dear ^Bm
all the ^F#m love you gave ^A
D I guess there?s really ^Bm nothing
nothing ^A much to save
^G I see this place
^A It is as dirty as I ^Bm feel myself
^G There are still som riches ^A - at the Roose ^D velt ^A
That evening ^G prayer those memorise
^A in my little bedroom,
mama, ^Bm on my knees
That?s ^A where i?m at down in Los ^G Angeles ^A
CHORUS
And ^D I- ^Bm --am ^F#m burning out ^A again
And ^D I- ^Bm --must ^F#m rise above the ^A shame
To ^D ni- ^Bm --ght there is ^F#m fever in my ^A veins, yeah
^{G A Bm A
G} Or, ^A just think of the girl I used to ^Bm be
You were ^G my age once mama ^A
Twentythree ^D
A I can still hear some of the ^G songs you used to play
^A From that summer of love in ^Bm ?68
It seems it turned into a a ^G winter of hate
CHORUS
And ^D I- ^Bm --am ^F#m burning out ^A again
It?s ^D ti- ^Bm --me i?d ^F#m rise above the ^A pain
To ^D ni- ^Bm --ght there'll be ^F#m fever in my ^A veins
To ^D ni- ^Bm --ght there is ^F#m fever in my ^A veins, yeah
^{D Bm F#m A} Summer of love
^{D Bm F#m A} Winter of hate
^{D Bm F#m A} Ahhh, summer of love
D Bm F#m A x3
^D