Manic Street Preachers - This is the day

You didn't^G wake up this morning cause you ^Emdidn't go to bed. You were ^Awatching the whites of your ^Ceyes turn red. ^GThe calendar ^Emon your wall is ^Aticking the ^Cdays off. You've ^Gbeen reading some ^Emold letters, You ^Asmile and you think how ^Cmuch you've changed, And^G all the money ^Emin the world ^A couldn't ^Cbring back those ^Gdays.

^GYou pull back the ^Bcurtains, and the^C sun burns into your ^Aeyes, ^GYou watch a plane ^Bflying, ^Cacross a clear blue ^Asky. ^GThis is the ^Emday your ^Alife will surely ^Cchange. ^GThis is the ^Emday when ^Athings fall into ^Cplace.

^GYou could've done ^Emanything, ^Aif you'd ^Cwanted And ^Gall your friends and ^Emfamily ^Athink that you're ^Clucky, But the ^Gside of you they'll ^Emnever see Is when you're ^Aleft alone with the ^Cmemories That ^Ghold your ^Emlife together, ^Atoge^Cther like g^Glue.

^GYou pull back the ^Bcurtains, and the^C sun burns into your ^Aeyes, ^GYou watch a plane ^Bflying, ^Cacross a clear blue ^Asky. ^GThis is the ^Emday your ^Alife will surely ^Cchange. ^GThis is the ^Emday when ^Athings fall into ^Cplace. ^GThis is the ^Emday your ^Alife will surely ^Cchange. ^GThis is the ^Emday when ^Athings fall into ^Cplace. ^GThis is the ^Emday, ^{A C G}This is the ^Emday. ^{A C} G