[Intro]: G7 G7 The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill. C They’ve picked all the berries that 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 F G C Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul, F G Am G7 Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world.. C …was the radio G7 Time was when people could move you/with just a voice and a song. C I wish all those hacks would go back to where they belong G7 The daydream had to make way for/the nightmare that was to be, C Where grace and beauty are hung and buried at sea. [Chorus]: F G C F G C Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul, F G Am G7 Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world … C …was the radio [Middle 8]: Em Am7 And even though the writing’s on the wall (wall) Em Am7 It's through rose-coloured glasses I recall (recall) D C B A That golden age of the ordinary day... G7 G7 C [Chorus]: F G C F G C Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul, F G Am G7 Mhmm I could hear it, sat right 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 C They picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.
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