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My Finest Hour

The Sundays

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G#     466000 B      x24400 B2     799800   [Intro] E F# E F#  [Verse 1] E                  C#       B  D2 when the world, it shows me up    E             C#      B  D2 my clothes, they show me up                     E I never knew this before           C#        B my finest hour that I've ever known E             C#           B          D2 was finding a pound on the Underground  [Instrumental] E F# E F#  [Verse 2]          E           C#       B D2 when my words came stumbling out          E        C#       B D2 and then I went tumbling out                     E I never believed before                  C#       B and the finest hour that I've ever known E              C#          B          D was finding a pound on the Underground  [Chorus]     E      A      C#                  B2 and I keep hoping you are the same as me     E             A           C#                     B2 and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea    E          A    C#                 B2 we are who we are, what do the others know     E         A              C#                 B2  D but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go home  [Instrumental] E F# E F# G# A  [Verse 3]            E          C#       B         D when the words came stumbling out of my mouth      E      C#       D2 and I went tumbling out [here, no no, no no]  [Chorus]     E      A      C#                  B2 and I keep hoping you are the same as me     E             A           C#                     B2 and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea    E          A    C#                 B2 we are who we are, what do the others know     E         A              C#                 B2  D but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go Oh Im going home  [Chorus]     E      A      C#                  B2 but I keep hoping you are the only one            E             A           C#               B2 yes and I'll send you letters and wouldnt it be such fun    E          A    C#                   B2 we are who we are, whatever the others say     E         A              C#                 B2      D but poetry is not for me, as much as I'd like to stay Oh I just want to go home  [Instrumental] E F# E F# G# A  [Outro] B               A           G#  A you're, you're, you're too young                   B             A          G#   A (should've been), you, you're, you're too young                      B                    A            G#   A (it should've been), you too, you're too, you're too young                      B          A           G#   A (it should've been), you, you, you're too young                      B (you should've been, safer, saner)                           B (bribed the judge and then) sat down        G#     A       B      C#   E ooh, you're, you're, you're too young

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