Ugly Sunday Chords by Mark Lanegan

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I feel your blood run cold and it's a rainy Sunday _ morning.
_ I'll count the million miles I'm drifting [E] from here [B]
to hell _ today. _ _
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_ _ Behind my windows people stare, can't _ recognize the kindness there.
Just prayers for drowning ships [E] that see none [B] for me.
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_ _ It'll _ _ [A] take a hard rain [B] to wash your taste [F#] _ away. _ _ _ _
[A] Still, there was [E] some reason left [F#] to stay. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Yeah. _
_ _ _ _ I'm drunk, half blind, and it's a ugly Sunday morning.
_ The wind arrives with the clouds refusing [E] to _ break [B] _ _ apart. _ _ _ _
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_ Why have all the world stopped turning?
How can all this rain keep falling, washing me a million miles [E] _ _ away?
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_ _ _ From _ _ [F#] _
_ you, _ _ _ _ [A]
who I've [B] found so _ _ [F#] alone.
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[A] Is it getting hard [E] to say goodbye _
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_ _ _ Goodbye, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
goodbye. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Swoosh. _ _ _ _
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