Morten Harket: Akordy k piesni A Kind Of Christmas Card

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 underBM stood
G it's right here A downtown HollyD wood A
it's afterG noon on Sunset BouleA vard
I?ve got a stolen moment BM trying hard
to write a kind of A
a kind of G Christmascard
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But D I-BM --am F#M burning out A again
ToD 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 RooseD 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
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And D I-BM --am F#M burning out A again
And D I-BM --must F#M rise above the A shame
ToD 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
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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
ToD ni-BM --ght there'll be F#M fever in my A veins
ToD 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
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