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Sunday Nights

Key: A

Introduction:

A                                              D                 A  
Sunday nights are slow surrender.
                        A                                                 D              E  
They'll never last and we'll never learn.
                     A                                              D         A  
We can still make this one to remember.
                F#m                                                 E                 D2  
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
          F#m                                              E                    A  
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.
D2                 A                                         E  
Charge your glasses, raise a toast,
F#m         E              D  
To the memory game,
                  F#m                    E  
To the sleep that we've lost,
D2         A                                 E  
Another weekend ran to ground,
F#m            E                                      D  
Another passing coat of red,
                        F#m      E  
Painted across our town,
D2         A                                      E  
Work is shallow, cutting deep.
F#m                 E                                    D  
Who would waste two days respite,
                             F#m    E  
Can't catch up on sleep,
D2              A                                                 E  
So here we are, last chance to live,
F#m              E                                      D  
Ticking clock and slow defeat.
                          E (I think)
A                                              D                 A  
Sunday nights are slow surrender.
                        A                                                 D              E  
They'll never last and we'll never learn.
                     A                                              D         A  
We can still make this one to remember.
                F#m                                                 E                 D2  
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
          F#m                                              E                    A  
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.
D2                    A                                         E  
So once more friends unto the breach,
F#m         E                                            D  
Bleary eyed, the stuff of dreams
                  F#m              E  
Always slips out of reach,
D2            A  
Defiance dressed up,
                          E  
Crumpled clothes,
F#m              E                                            D  
Protest played out with a headache,
                        F#m                 E  
Starting late, but going slow,
D2            A                                    E  
Don't we know we have to be there,
F#m            E                    D  
We have tasted freer air,
                        E  
We don't have to care.
A                                              D                 A  
Sunday nights are slow surrender.
                        A                                                 D              E  
They'll never last and we'll never learn.
                     A                                              D         A  
We can still make this one to remember.
                F#m                                                 E                 D2  
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
          F#m                                              E                    A  
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.
D      A         E  
All our days,
             F#m    E    D  
Will fade away,
          D      A         E  
And hazy nights,
          F#m      E         D  
And clear mistakes.
        D              A    E  
So here's to us,
          F#m         E      D  
Our needs that much,
                D            A  E  
Let's raise a toast,
          F#m    E         D            E  
For one last boast, cos
             F#m                                                    E                    D  
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn,
          F#m                                              E                    A  
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn.