^DSaw the wandrin' ^Aeye- ins^Gide my h^Deart ^DShouts and battle ^Acries- f^Grom ev'ry ^Dpart ^DI can see those ^Atears- ev'ry o^Gne is tr^Due ^DWhen the door app^Aears- I'll ^Ggo right th^Droug^Ah---ooo^Gh

^DI stand in liquid ^Alight- like ^Gev'ryone^D ^DI built my li^Afe with rh^Gymes- to carry ^Don ^DAnd it gives me ^Ahope- to ^Gsee you the^Dre ^DThe things I used to ^Aknow- that o^Gne fine

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^DOne Fine^A Day.^G.. ^DIn a small dark ^Aroom- whe^Gre I will wa^Dit ^DFace to face I f^Aind- I ^Gcontemplate^D ^DEven though a ^Aman- is ^Gmade of cl^Day ^DEv'rything can ^Achange- ^Gone fine-

CHORUS

^DOne Fine^A Day.^G.. Then before my eyes- Is standing still I beheld it there- a city on a hill I complete my tasks- one by one I remove my masks- when I am done

Then a piece of mind- fell over me In these troubled times- I still can see We can use the stars – to guide the way It is not that far- one fine…. CHORUS

David Byrne - One fine day