Morten Harket - A kind of christmas card
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Verse: G - Em - Bm - D
Chorus: C - D - Em - G - C - C - D
G. Em.
All you folks back home I'll never
Bm. D
tell you this
G. Em.
You're not supposed to know
Bm. D
Where your daughter is
C. D.
There are ways of life You never
Em. Bm
understood It's right here Downtown
C. D.
Hollywood It's afternoon on Sunset
Em. G.
Boulevard I've got a stolen moment
trying hard
To write a kind of christmas card
Chorus :
G. Em Bm. D
But Iiiiiiiiii I'm burning out again
G. Em. Bm.
Toniiiiiiiiight there is fever in my
Dveins
Chorus:
G. Em. Bm. D.
Mama, dear All the love you gave
G. Em.
I guess there's really nothing
Bm. D.
Nothing much to save
C. D.
This place is as dirty as I feel
Em. Bm.
myself There are still some riches at the Rosevelt
C. D.
That evening prayer Those memories
Em. Bm
In my little bedroom, mama on my knees That's where I'm at Down in Los Angeles
Verse:
But I am burning out again Just think of the girl I used to be You were my age once, mama Twenty-three I can still hear some of the songs you used to play From the summer of love in '68 Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
Verse:
And I am burning out again
And I must rise above the pain
Tonight there is fever in my veins
I am burning out again
Just think of the girl I used to be You were my age once, mama Twenty-three
I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
From the summer of love in '68
Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
Chorus:
And I am burning out again
And I must rise above the pain
Tonight there is fever in my veins
Tonight there is fever in my Veins