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Black Sunday Afternoon

Anna Ternheim
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 2x
 2x
On  the black sunday afternoon
The  sun is pale like  the moon
 When you look to  the sky
Holy  holy why
 All fades  into blue
 On the black sunday afternoon
 No good time to walk alone
 On a bike riding home
 When you look to the sky
 Holy holy why
 All fades into blue
 On the black sunday afternoon
 Bad luck comes or just a car
 On the right side, hears a call
 And sees a blackbird flying low
 Above her head no mistletoe
 Nothing really moves
 On black sunday afternoons
 You wake up in a waterbed
 On the back of your head
 A lump and just a tiny hole
 Almost no light at all in here
 And when you call
 You can't hear your own voice at all
 They gather up, something's wrong
 They ask around, noone knows
 Have you been where the rivers cross
 By the water in the moss
 Nothing really moves
 On black sunday afternoons
 Sun's pale like the moon
 When you look to the sky
 Holy holy holy holy why
 All fades into blue
 On black sunday afternoons

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Readable chord sheet for Black Sunday Afternoon by Anna Ternheim

[Dm]      [C]       [Dm]   2x

[Dm]      [C]       [F]       [Em]      [A]       [A]       [C]

[Dm]      [C]       [Dm]   2x

[Dm]On the black sunday [C]afternoo[Dm]n
[Dm]The sun is pale [C]like the moo[Dm]n
When you look [C]to the sky
[Dm]Holy holy why
All [C]fades into [Dm]blue
On the black sunday [C]afternoon[Dm]

No good time to walk alone
On a bike riding home
When you look to the sky
Holy holy why
All fades into blue
On the black sunday afternoon

Bad luck comes or just a car
On the right side, hears a call
And sees a blackbird flying low
Above her head no mistletoe
Nothing really moves
On black sunday afternoons

You wake up in a waterbed
On the back of your head
A lump and just a tiny hole
Almost no light at all in here
And when you call
You can't hear your own voice at all

They gather up, something's wrong
They ask around, noone knows
Have you been where the rivers cross
By the water in the moss
Nothing really moves
On black sunday afternoons

Sun's pale like the moon
When you look to the sky
Holy holy holy holy why
All fades into blue
On black sunday afternoons

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