A Kind of Christmas Card Morten Harket
- Morten Harket (Håvard Rem/Morten Harket)
Intro: |D|Hm|F#m|A| x2
[D] All you folks back h[Bm]ome I'll ne[F#m]ver tell you [A]this
[D] You're not supposed[Bm] to know where you[A]r daughter is
There are w[G]ays of life[A] you never underst[Bm]ood
It's ri[G]ght her[A]e downtown Ho[D]llywood
It's[G] afternoon on Sunset Bo[A]ulevard
I've got a stolen mome[Bm]nt trying hard
To w[A]rite a kind of Ch[G]ristmas card
But[D] I [Bm]am b[F#m]runing out ag[A]ain
To[D]nig[Bm]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 [Bm]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 &[Bm]#039;68
Seems[A] it's turned int[Gmaj]o a winter 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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