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Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning

Key: E

Introduction:  D   G   A  

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Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
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Hits me straight in the eye
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Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
                     G               A                           G 
Oh that's right, I forgot, it was me
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I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
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The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
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The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
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But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
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Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
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'Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
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Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
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Maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
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No milk!       God, how I hate that
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Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
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She's got a black eye this morning, "Jen how'd ya get it?"
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She says, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand"
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Lunchtime, I start to dial your number
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Then I remember so I reach for somebodies smoke
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And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
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Than go through all that shit again
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There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothin
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Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
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Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
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And this spell won't be broken
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By the sound of keys scraping in the lock
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Maybe tonight it's a movie   With plenty of room
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  for elbows and knees
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A bag of popcorn all to myself,
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Black and white with a strong female lead
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And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave
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Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
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How strange these streets feel
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when you're alone on them
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Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
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So I lower my head, make a b-line for home
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Seething inside
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Funny, I'd never noticed
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The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
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Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
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Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
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Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
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But there are some things that can never be forgiven
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And I just gotta tell ya
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That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed
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