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A KIND OF CHRISTMAS CARD
- Morten Harket  (Håvard Rem/Morten Harket)


    Intro:  |D|Hm|F#m|A| x2


   [D] All you folks back h[Hm]ome I'll never t[F#m]ell you this[A]
   [D] You're not supposed to k[Hm]now where your dau[A]ghter is
    There are w[G]ays of life[A] you never underst[Hm]ood
    It's right h[G]ere dow[A]ntown Hollywo[D]od
    It's afte[G]rnoon on Sunset Bouleva[A]rd
    I've got a stolen moment tr[Hm]ying hard
    To w[A]rite a kind of Ch[G]ristmas card


            But[D] I [Hm]am b[F#m]runing out ag[A]ain
            To[D]nig[Hm]ht there is f[F#m]ever in my vei[A]ns


    Mama, dear, all the love you gave
    I guess there's really nothing, nothing much to save
    This place is as dirty as I feel myself
    There are still some riches at the Roosevelt
    That evening prayer, those memories
    In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
    That's where I'm at down in Los Angeles

            And I am burning out again
            And I must rise above the shame
            Tonight there is fever in my veins


        Instrumental: |G-A|Hm|Gmaj-A|Gmaj-

        [A]Just think of the girl I used to [Hm]be
        [A]You were m[Gmaj]y age once, mama,[A] twenty-three[D]
        [A]I can still hear some of the so[G]ngs you used to play
        [A]From that summer of love in '[Hm]68
        Seems[A] it's turned into a w[Gmaj]inter of hate


            And I am bruning out again
            And I must rise above the pain
            Tonight there is fever in my veins
            Tonight there is fever in my veins, yeah

            Summer of love
            Winter of hate










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