- Morten Harket (Hvard Rem/Morten Harket) Intro: |D|Hm|F#m|A| x2 D Hm F#m A All you folks back home I'll never tell you this D Hm A You're not supposed to know where your daughter is G A Hm There are ways of life you never understood G A D It's right here downtown Hollywood G A It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard Hm I've got a stolen moment trying hard A G To write a kind of Christmas card D Hm F#m A But I am bruning out again D Hm F#m A Tonight there is fever in my veins 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 Hm Just think of the girl I used to be A Gmaj A D You were my age once, mama, twenty-three A G I can still hear some of the songs you used to play A Hm From that summer of love in '68 A Gmaj Seems it's turned into 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 ********************************************* * Denne filen er forfatterens egen tolkning * * av sangen, skrevet ned kun etter ret. * * Den er kun beregnet til privat bruk. * *********************************************
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