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My Finest Hour

Sundays
Version1
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 x79900  x9111100  x46600  x24400
 101212000  x066500  x77990  799800
when  the world, it shows  me up
 my clothes,  they show  me up
 I never  knew this before
 my finest hour  that I've  ever known
was  finding a pound  on the Underground
 (same as first verse)
 when my words came stumbling out
 and then I went tumbling out
 before
 and the finest hour that I've ever known
 was finding a pound on the Underground
 and I  keep hoping you  are the same as me
 and I'll  send you letters  and come  to your house for tea
 we are  who we are, what  do the others know
 but poetry  is not  for me, so show  me the way to go
home
 when the words came stumbling out of my mouth
 and I went tumbling out
 but I keep hoping you are the same as me
 and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
 we are who we are, what do the others know
 but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go
 oh, I'm going home
 but I'll keep hoping you are the only one
 yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun
 oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say
 but poetry is not for me, and much as I'd like to stay
 oh, I just want to go home
 you're, you're, you're too young
,  you, you're, you're too young
,  you too, you're too, you're too young
,  you, you, you're too young
 sat down
 ooh, you're, you're, you're too young

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Readable chord sheet for My Finest Hour by Sundays

[E]       x79900         [F#] x9111100         [C#] x46600       [B]  x24400
[D] 101212000      [A]  x066500          [E2] x77990       [B2] 799800

[E] [F#] [E] [F#] [E]

[E]when the world, it [C#]shows me [B]up
my [E]clothes, they [C#]show me [B]up
I [B]never knew this [E]before
my finest [C#]hour that [B]I've ever known
[E]was finding a [C#]pound on the [B]Underground[D]

(same as first verse)
when my words came stumbling out
and then I went tumbling out
[I never believed/I've never been here] before
and the finest hour that I've ever known
was finding a pound on the Underground

and [E]I keep [A]hoping [E2]you are the same as [B2]me
and [E]I'll send you [A]letters and [E2]come to your house for [B2]tea
we [E]are who we [A]are, [E2]what do the others [B2]know
but [E]poetry is [A]not for me, so [E2]show me the way to [B2]go
[D]home

when the words came stumbling out of my mouth
and I went tumbling out [here, no no, no no]

but I keep hoping you are the same as me
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
we are who we are, what do the others know
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go
oh, I'm going home

but I'll keep hoping you are the only one
yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun
oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say
but poetry is not for me, and much as I'd like to stay
oh, I just want to go home

you're, you're, you're too young
[should've been], you, you're, you're too young
[it should've been], you too, you're too, you're too young
[it should've been], you, you, you're too young
[you should've been, safer, saner]
[bribed the judge and then] sat down
ooh, you're, you're, you're too young

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