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Intro: Dm7/9  G7/13  C7+/9

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      Sunday morning rain is falling
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Steal some covers share some skin
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Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
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You twist to fit the mold that I am in
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But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
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And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
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That some day it would lead me back to you
That some day it would lead me back to you

Refrão:
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That may be all I need In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday Morning and I never want to leave

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      Fingers trace your every outline     Paint a picture with my hands
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   Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
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Change of weather, still together when it ends.

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Intervalo:
e---------------- ---------------------- -----------------
B---------------- ---------------------- -----------------
G---------------- ---------------------- -----------------
D-----1-2-------- ---------------------- -----------------
A-3--------2-1-0- --2-3----2-3----2-3--- ------------3----
E---------------- ------3------2------1- --1--3--3-5---5--

e---------------- ---------------------- --------- -------
B---------------- ---------------------- --------- -------
G---------------- ---------------------- --------- -------
D-----1-2-------- ---------------------- --------- -------
A-3--------2-1-0- --2-3----2-3----2-3--- -------3- --4--5-
E---------------- ------3------2------1- -3--5---- -------

      Dm7/9       G7/13                C7+/9
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do,
       Dm7/9       G7/13                C7+/9
Sunday morning, rain is falling, and I`m calling out to you.
       Dm7/9       G7/13                C7+/9
Singing someday it`ll bring me back to you,
      Dm7/9       G7/13                C7+/9
find a way to bring myself back home to you.

(Refrão)