Everyday is Like Sunday

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  Trudging slowly over wet sand  
   
            C                             F  
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen  
   
                   G  
This is the coastal town  
   
C                         F  
That they forgot to close down  
                                                 
                                               G  
Armageddon - come Armageddon  come Armageddon  come  
   
  
C       G           F  
  Every day is like Sunday  
   
C              G          F  
  Every day is silent and grey 
 
   
Verse 2
  
C                                  F  
  Hide on the promenade, etch on a postcard  
   
      C                     F  
How I dearly wish I was not here  
                  
                G  
In this seaside town  
                      
C                   F                           G  
That they forgot to bomb   Come bomb,   Nuclear bomb  
   
REPEAT CHORUS 
 
C                                   F  
  Trudging back over pebbles and sand  
   
      C                          G  
and a strange dust lands on your hands  
   
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and on your face, on your face... on your face, on your face  
   
 
C       G           F  
  Every day is like Sunday  
   
C         G      F  
  Win yourself a cheap trey  
   
C          G               F  
Share some grease tea with me  
   
C              G          F  
  Every day is silent and grey