Every Day is Like Sunday

Tom:  C 

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  Trudging slowly over wet sand 
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Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen 
         Am          G 
This is the coastal town 
          C                F 
That they forgot to close down 
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Armageddon - come Armageddon  come Armageddon  come 
C      Em           F 
  Every day is like Sunday 
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  Every day is silent and grey 
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  Hide on the promenade, etch on a postcard 
     C                Em        F 
How I dearly wish I was not here 
     Am        G 
In this seaside town 
C             F              Am                   G 
That they forgot to bomb   Come bomb,   Nuclear bomb 
C       Em           F 
  Every day is like Sunday 
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  Every day is silent and grey 
          Am                     G 
  Trudging back over pebbles and sand 
      C                            G 
and a strange dust lands on your hands 
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and on your face, on your face... on your face, on your face 
[Chorus]: 
C       Em           F 
  Every day is like Sunday 
C        Em      F 
  Win yourself a cheap trey 
C          Em              F 
Share some grease tea with me 
C             Em             F 
  Every day is silent and grey