Sting - Seven days

Cmaj7
"Seven days" was all she wrote
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A kind of ultimatum note
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She gave to me, she gave to me


Cmaj7
When I thought the field had cleared
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It seems another suit appeared
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To challenge me, woe is me


 Cmaj7
Though I hate to make a choice
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My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
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Well we'll see


Cmaj7
I don't think she'd bluff this time
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I really have to make her mine
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It's plain to see
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It's him or me


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Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
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If I make up my mind
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Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
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Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Fm              Cmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


Cmaj7
The fact he's over six feet ten
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Might instill fear in other men
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But not in me, The Mighty Flea - flee? -


Cmaj7
Ask if I am mouse or man
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The mirror squeaked, away I ran
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He'll murder me in time for his tea


Cmaj7
Does it bother me at all
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My rival is Neanderthal it makes me think
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Perhaps I need a drink


Cmaj7
IQ is no problem here
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We won't be playing scrabble for her hand I fear
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I need that beer


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Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   E7            Am
If I make up my mind
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Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
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Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Fm              Cmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


A#               Cmaj7
Seven days will quickly go
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The fact remains, I love her so
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Seven days, so many ways
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But I can't run away


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Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   E7            Am
If I make up my mind
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Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
F#              Am    F#
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Fm              Cmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


      Cmaj7
Do I have to tell a story
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Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
       Cmaj7
It's a big enough umbrella
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But it's always me that ends up getting wet
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