Radio

[Intro]: G7

G7
The clowns are running the 
circus/the show is run of the mill.
They’ve picked all the berries that 
        C
grew on Blueberry Hill.
G7
The shameless and the appalling/have
 sunk things to a new low,
                                  C
What has become of the world that we
 used to know?

[Chorus]:

        F       G      C         
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I
          F        G      C
 could’ve swore it had a soul,
             F        G         
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right 
Am                    G7
near it/ Back when my whole world..
              C
…was the radio


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G7
Time was when people could move 
you/with just a voice and a song.
I wish all those hacks would go back
    C
 to where they belong
G7
The daydream had to make way for/the
 nightmare that was to be,
Where grace and beauty are hung and 
C
buried at sea.

[Chorus]:

        F       G      C         
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I
          F        G      C
 could’ve swore it had a soul,
             F        G         
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right 
Am                    G7
near it/ Back when my whole world …
              C
…was the radio

[Middle 8]:

    Em                             
And even though the writing’s on 
  Am7
the wall (wall)
     Em                            
It's through rose-coloured glasses 
  Am7
I recall (recall)
     D          C      B        
That golden age of the ordinary 
A
day...

 G7  G7 C

[Chorus]:

        F       G      C         
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I
          F        G       C
 could’ve swore it had a soul,
             F         G        
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right 
Am                    G7
near it/ Back when my whole world …
               C
…was the radio, whoa-oh-oh-oh.

G7
The clowns are running the 
circus/the show is run of the mill
They picked all the berries that 
        C
grew on Blueberry Hill.