Sting - Seven Days (CD Ten Summoner's Tales) Chords

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Seven days was all she wrote, [E] a kind of [B] ultimatum, no, [G#] she gave to me, _ _ [F#] she gave to me.
_ _ [C#] When I thought the field had cleared, [E] it seems [B] another suit appeared [G#] to challenge me, _ [F] who always me. _ _
[C#] Though I had to make [E] a choice, my options are [F#] decreasing, [G#] mostly rapidly. _ _ _
[F#] Well, we'll see.
_ [C#] _ I don't think she'd bluff this [E] time, I really have [B] to make her mine.
[G#] It's plain to see, _ _ [F] it's him or me.
_ [F#] Monday, I could wait till [G#] Tuesday, [Am] if I make up [A#m] my mind.
[F#] Wednesday [G#] would be fine, _ [F] Thursday's [A#m] on my mind.
[B] Friday, give [A#m] me time.
[B] _ Saturday, [A#m] wait.
_ [F#] Sunday'd [C#] be too late. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The fact is over six [E] feet ten, might instill [B] fear in other men, [G#] but not in me.
_ [F#] The mighty flea. _
_ [C#] Ask if I am mouse or man, [E] the mirror squeaked [B] away, I ran.
[G#] He'll murder me, _ [F] in time for his tea.
_ _ [C#] Does it bother me at all?
My rival [B] is Leander [G#] Tall, it makes me think, _ _ [F#] perhaps I need a drink.
_ [C#] _ IQ is no problem here, we [B] won't be playing Scrabble for [G#] her and our feet.
_ [F] I need that feel. _ _
[F#] Monday, _ [Gm] I could wait [G#] till Tuesday, if I make up [A#m] my mind.
_ [F#] Wednesday [G#] would be fine, Thursday's on [A#m] my mind.
[B] Friday, [A#m] give me time.
_ [B] Saturday, [A#m] wait.
_ [F#] Sunday'd be [C#] too late.
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[B] _ _ Seven days, [C#] will quickly go.
_ _ [B] _ _ The fact [C#] remains, I love her so.
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Seven days, [F#] _ so many ways, _ [B] I can run.
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_ _ _ [F#] Monday, [Gm] I could [G#] wait till Tuesday, [Am] if I [A#m] make up my mind.
[F#] Wednesday would [G#] be fine, _ Thursday's [A#m] on my mind.
[B] Friday, [A#m] give me time.
Saturday, _ wait.
_ [F#] Sunday'd be [C#] too late. _ _ _ _ _ _
Sunday'd be too late. _ _ _ _ _
Sunday'd be too late.
_ You'll have to turn the sun, on the _ face that's hurting. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's the last thing I'll say. _ _ _ _
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