The day before you came

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     Emi                                                B7
1. I must have left my house at eight because I always do
                                                            Emi
   My train I'm certain left the station just when it was due
                                                  D
   I must have read the morning paper going into town
                                                                   G
   And having gotten through the editorial no doubt I must have frowned
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   I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
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   With letters to be read and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
      C
   I must have gone to lunch
      Emi                              Ami
   at half past twelve or so The usual place the usual bunch
       Ami7                                               B7
   And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
                       Emi
   The day before you came

2. I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
   And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
   I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
   Without really knowing anything I hid a part of me away
   At five I must have left there's no exception to the rule
   A matter of routine I've done  it  ever  since  I  finished  school
   The train back home again
   Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
   Oh yes I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame
   The day before you came
   
3. I must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so
   And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
   I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
   There's not I think a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see
   I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
   I need a lot of sleep and so I like to be in bed by then
   I must have read a while
   The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
   It's funny but I had no sense of living without aim
   The day before you came

And turning out the light
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came