HỢP ÂM
Seven Days
Tone gốc: Cmaj7
Sting
"Cmaj7 Seven days" was all she wrote
A Eb kind of ultiBb matum note
She G gave to me, she F gave to meFadd9
It Eb seems another Bb suit appeared
To G challenge me, Eadd9 woe is me
My opEb tions are decBb reasing mostly G rapidly
I Eb really have to Bb make her mine
It's G plain to see
It's E him or meE7
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If E7/G# I make up my Am mind
But Fm Sunday'd be too Cmaj7 late
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Might Eb instill fear in Bb other men
But G not in me, The F Mighty Fadd9 Flea (flee?)
The Eb mirror squeaked, Bb away I ran
He'll G murder me in Eadd9 time for his tea
My Eb rival is Bb Neanderthal, it G makes me think
PerF haps I need a drinkFadd9
We Eb won't be playing Bb scrabble for her hand I G fear
I E need that beerE7
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If E7/G# I make up my Am mind
But Fm Sunday'd be too Cmaj7 late
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If E7/G# I make up my Am mind
But Fm Sunday'd be too Cmaj7 late
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Do I Cmaj7 have to tell a story
Of a Bb thousand rainy days since we Cmaj7 first Bm met
It's a Cmaj7 big enough umbrella
But it's Bb always me that Cmaj7 ends up getting Bb wetC
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