Sunday Nights keyboard

Sunday Nights

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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       Dsus2 
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn. 
    F#m                  E        A 
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn. 

Dsus2       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, 
Dsus2    A             E 
Another weekend ran to ground, 
F#m     E               D 
Another passing coat of red, 
         F#m   E 
Painted across our town, 
Dsus2    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, 
Dsus2      A                   E 
So here we are, last chance to live, 
F#m      E               D 
Ticking clock and slow defeat. 
          E (I think) 
It'll all be over soon. 

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       Dsus2 
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn. 
    F#m                  E        A 
And tomorrow morning can wait its turn. 

Dsus2        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, 
Dsus2     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, 
Dsus2     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       Dsus2 
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.   

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