Em-C-G
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Em-G-C-G
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C-A-G
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C-G-C-G
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E-D-G
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So we were standing, like the last rock band on the planet
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Of vapor trails and alpine skies
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It's all green fields, yellow flowers, and brown liquor
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Oh brown liquor
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Bug's got a job in the Catskills
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Met some fraulein along the way
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Took her home, but then she had an episode
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Though it did disturb him, he was strangely compelled
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Seven days will I've been waiting
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Seven days and seven nights
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Seven days will I've been dreaming
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Of the real thing
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Of the real thing
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So we were standing around, fading in and out of fashion
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While Amerikids dug Eurobeats
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Well we know all of the doormen and other bartendresses
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And there ain't nothing that you don't got that we don't need
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Did I say that right?
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Seven days will I've been waiting
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Seven days and seven nights
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Seven days will I've been dreaming
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Of the real thing
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Of the real thing
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Seven Days
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