D Bm All you folks back homeF#m A I'll never tell you thisD Bm You're not supposed to knowA Where your daughter isG There are ways of lifeA Bm You never understoodG It's right hereA D A Downtown HollywoodG A It's afternoon on Sunset BoulevardBm I've got a stolen moment trying hardA G To write a kind of, kind of Christmas cardD Bm F#m A But I____________ am burning out againD Bm F#m A Toni___________ght there is fever in my veinsD Bm Mama, dearF#m A All the love you gaveD Bm I guess there's really nothingA Nothing much to saveG See this placeA Bm is as dirty as I feel myselfG A There are still some richesD A At the RooseveltG A That evening prayer, those memoriesBm In my little bedroom, mama, on my kneesA G That's where I'm at - Down in Los-AngelesD Bm F#m A And I____________ am burning out againD Bm F#m A And I____________ must rise above the shameD Bm F#m A Toni_____________ght there is fever in my veins, yeahG A Bm Oh, just think of the girl I used to beG A D You were my age once, mama, Twenty-threeA G A I can still hear some of the songs you used to playBm From that summer of love in '68A G Seems it's turned into a winter of hateD Bm F#m A And I____________ am burning out againD Bm F#m A And I____________ must rise above the shameD Bm F#m A Toni_____________ght there is fever in my veinsD Bm F#m A D Bm7 F#m A Toni_____________ght there is fever in my veins, yeah[Final] D Bm F#m AD Bm F#m AD Bm F#m AD
A Kind Of Christmas Card
Morten Harket
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