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Seven Days

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  • C6/9C6/9
    P1:
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  • C6/9E6/9B6/9Gadd9Fadd9C6/9E6/9B6/9Gadd9E
    S1:
    "Seven days" is all she wrote a kind of ultimatum note 
    She gave to me, she gave to me 
    When I thought the field had cleared it seems another suit appeared 
    To challenge me, oh, woe is me
  • C6/9E6/9B6/9Gadd9Fadd9C6/9E6/9B6/9Gadd9E
    S2:
    Though I hate to make a choice, my options are decreasing mostly rapidly 
    Well, we'll see 
    I don't think she'd bluff this time, I really have to make her mine 
    It's plain to see, it's him or me
  • FD/FGE/GFGE/GB7(#11)B7(#11)Fmi6C6/9AmiAmiAmiAmi
    R1:
    Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday 
    If I make up my mind Wednesday would be fine 
    Thursday's on my mind, Friday'd give me time 
    Saturday could wait, Sunday'd be too late
  • C6/9
    M1:
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  • C6/9E6/9B6/9Gadd9Fadd9C6/9E6/9B6/9Gadd9E
    S3:
    The fact he's over six feet ten might instill fear in other men 
    But not in me, the mighty flea 
    Ask if I am mouse or man the mirror squeaked, away I ran 
    He'll murder me, in time for his tea
  • C6/9E6/9B6/9Gadd9Fadd9C6/9E6/9B6/9Gadd9E
    S4:
    Does it bother me at all my rival is Neanderthal 
    It makes me think, perhaps I need a drink 
    IQ is not an issue here, we won't be playing Scrabble for 
    Her hand I fear, I need that beer
  • FD/FGE/GFGE/GB7(#11)B7(#11)Fmi6C6/9AmiAmiAmiAmi
    R1:
    Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday 
    If I make up my mind Wednesday would be fine 
    Thursday's on my mind, Friday'd give me time 
    Saturday could wait, Sunday'd be too late
  • C6/9
    M1:
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  • B7(#11)B7(#11)B7(#11)B7(#11)B7(#11)C6/9C6/9Fmaj7C6/9C6/9
    B1:
    Seven days will quickly go 
    The fact remains, I love her so 
    Seven days, so many ways 
    I can't run away 
    No, I can't run away
  • FD/FGE/GFGE/GB7(#11)B7(#11)Fmi6C6/9AmiAmiAmiAmi
    R1:
    Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday 
    If I make up my mind Wednesday would be fine 
    Thursday's on my mind, Friday'd give me time 
    Saturday could wait, Sunday'd be too late
  • C6/9B13C6/9B13
    M1:
    ---x--x--x--x x--x--x--x--x x--x--x--x--x (Sunday'd be too late) 
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  • C6/9B13C6/9B13C6/9B13B13C6/9C
    D1:
    Do I have to tell the story of a thousand rainy days since we first met 
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    It's a big enough umbrella but it's always me that ends up getting wet 
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