Intro: A7
A7
The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill.
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They’ve picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.
A7
The shameless and the appalling/have sunk things to a new low,
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What has become of the world that we used to know?
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Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul,
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Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world..
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…was the radio
A7
Time was when people could move you/with just a voice and a song.
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I wish all those hacks would go back to where they belong
A7
The daydream had to make way for/the nightmare that was to be,
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Where grace and beauty are hung and buried at sea.
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Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul,
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Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world …
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…was the radio
Middle 8:
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And even though the writing’s on the wall (wall)
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It's through rose-coloured glasses I recall (recall)
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That golden age of the ordinary day...
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Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul,
G A Bm A7
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world …
D
…was the radio, whoa-oh-oh-oh.
A7
The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill
D
They picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.