Big City Sundays

Chris De Burgh

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Tom:
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G D C D C G D G
G D G G C G D Birds on the wing, we are the lost generation
G D G G C G D We have to go breaking the hearts of a nation
B7 Em B Em Oh but I'm fine, this city's ok, this is my time
B C Em G I'm finding my way in this brave new world
D But there's one thing
C G Here on a Sunday, it's always the same
D G The streets are deserted, just me and the rain
C G On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone
Am D G D C D C G D I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home
G D G G C G D Birds on the wind, sailing the highways of freedom
G D G G C G D Birds have to sing, needing a dream to believe in
B7 Em B Em Oh but all changed, utterly changed in this land
B C Em G D That's losing it's way, like a ship adrift on the ocean
C G Here on a Sunday, it's always the same
D G The streets are deserted, just me and the rain
C G On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone
Am D G C G D I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home
C G Home, where my heart is
C D Home, the sea and the sky and that feeling inside
D7 And to be with my friends
C G D G C G D D7 How I long for that feeling again
C G Here on a Sunday, it's bringing me down
D G The streets are deserted, there's no one around
C G On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone
Am D G C G D I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home
C G On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone
Am D G D C D C G D I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home
G Dreaming of home
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