Intro 
 
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Fingerpcking 
 
C 
Early Sunday morning, 
          B/G         Am 
By the sound of the bell 
        F7M     C                 C/B           Am      F7M 
I can tell the day's going to be some kind of nightmare. 
 
C 
I walk you to the station 
              B/G            Am 
With your suitcase in my hands; 
      F7M        C                   C/B 
All is well just as long as the lights are on 
            Am    F7M 
And no one asks you. 
 
                C 
It's like you said: 
                   G 
Sometimes you pretend 
       D G#                Am 
And sometimes you just forget 
                      Em F7 Maj G 
As pages are turned over. 
            C                  G 
But some lines remain in your mind 
     D G#              Am 
Through the test of time 
                                  Em  F7maj G 
To carve their way into your old goodbyes 
 
Repet intro. 
 
Same chords as above 
 
And maybe I am guilty for the things you've left undone, 
I don't know, 
Maybe I am the scratch on your knee not healing. 
When your mother gave you away 
You just couldn't say a word, 
Welcome home, 
Now the world looks new to you 
But it turns faster, 
Way much faster 
 
Like you said: 
Sometimes you pretend 
And sometimes you just forget 
As pages are turned over. 
But some lines remain in your mind 
Through the test of time 
To carve their way into your old goodbyes. 
 
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