C G I've been living in this month of Sundays C F for so long I don't remember Saturday night. C Broken records don't play new tunes G except for once in a blue moon. F G C And I've looked but the moon is still white. C G And I've been summoned to the summit of Sundays C F someone somewhere may do something with his life. C A smoker's lungs don't blow balloons G except for once in a blue moon. F G C And I've looked but the moon is still white. F C Rusty guns fire rusty shots, leopards never change their spots, C fireworks always fade too soon. F Am Empty words don't mean a lot and from me that's all you've got. G But I swear to you darling one day we'll stand beneath a blue moon. C G I've been living in this month of Sundays, C F and I forget what Monday morning feels like. C G Blushing brides and handsome grooms deep in debt from honeymoons F G C Stare above but the moon is still white. C G I've wandered into wondering if one day, C F when the war is won, and one finally made two C G When we think not of what we've not, and think only of what we've got F G C And we go dancing underneath the blue moon. F C All black kettles and black pots seem to fight an awful lot, C and make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms F Am Empty words don't mean a lot, but from me that's all you've got. G I swear to you darling one day we'll stand beneath a blue moon. Am C F Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. C G So I've been living in this month of Sundays C F and I don't know when this month may be through. C G So will you tell me that you'll wait for as long as it may take F G C And I swear darling I'll show you a blue moon F G C Oh my darling I'll show you a blue moon.
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