UB40 - The Pillow

      
 
 Intro 
 
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 Verse 1 
 
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 A smile for every passing car and when they stop with door ajar,
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 She shrugs and whispers `que sera` and turns her thoughts to the pillow,
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 Her face is etched with memories she finds no joy amid the sleaze,
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 It`s hard when you`ve been paid to please so she turns her head to the pillow.
 
 Chorus 1 
 
     F                             
 Daylight comes she rests her head,
 F                          
 The beauty of an empty bed,
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 She dreams of happy days instead,
                   C     
 Of brooding on tomorrow.
 
 Verse 2 
 
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 She swapped her dreams of shining knights for pushers bars and money fights,
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 For nameless faces in red light so she turns her head to the pillow,
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 Those black eyes they don`t hurt no more she`s heard the jokes and jibes before,
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 She`s felt the long arm of the law so she turns her head to the pillow.
 
 Chorus 2 
 
     F                             
 Daylight comes she rests her head,
 F                          
 The beauty of an empty bed,
 F                                
 She dreams of happy days instead,
                   C     
 Of brooding on tomorrow.
 
 Verse 3 
 
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 Taking drugs was not for fun it made her feel like going on,
 C                                                                          
 But know she hurts when it`s all gone and she turns her head to the pillow,
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 She takes a blade and breaks her skin sweat life source flows from within,
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 The white clouds in her head grow dim and she turns her face to the pillow.
 
 Chorus 3 
 
     F                          
 Sunlight creeps across her bed,
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 Pale beauty in a crimson bed,
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 No dreams of happy days ahead she`ll have no more,
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 Tomorrows.
 
 Outro 
 
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