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C _ _ _ .
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F _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
G _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
C _ _ _ _ _ _ Yes, there are times when we all need to share
F a little pain.
_ And ironing
G out the rough spots is the hardest
F part when
C memories remain.
_ _ And there's times like these when we all need to hear
F the radio.
_ _ _ Cause from
G the lips of some old singer, we can share the
F troubles we
C already know.
_ _ Turn em on, turn em on, turn on
F those sad songs.
_ Cause
C our hope
G is gone, why don't you tune in and
C turn em on.
_ _ _ And reach into your room, oh, _ just feel
F that jam of joy.
Yeah, well our hope
G is gone, _ _ sad
F songs say it's
C summer.
_ _ _ _ If someone else is suffering, _ enough for
F to write it down.
_ But every
G single word makes sense, that it's
F easier to have those
C songs around.
_ _ The kick inside his hands, I'd rather
F give it to you.
_ And it feels so
G good to hurt so bad, and suffer just
F enough to
C sing the blues.
_ _ So turn em on, _ turn em on, turn on
F those sad songs.
_ Cause
C our
G hope is gone, why don't you tune in and
C turn em on.
_ _ _ And reach into your room, oh, _ just feel
F that jam of joy.
Yeah, well our
G hope is gone, _ _ sad songs
C say it's summer.
_ _ _ _ Sad
F songs they say, _ _ _ sad songs
G they say, _ _
Em C sad songs
F they say, _ _ _ sad songs
G they say.
So much, so
C turn em on, _ turn em on, turn
F on those sad songs.
_ Cause our
G hope is gone, why don't you tune in and turn
C em on.
_ _ _ And reach into your room, oh, just feel
F that jam of joy.
Yeah, well our
G hope is gone, _ _ sad
C songs say it's summer.
_ _ _ _ _ Well our
G hope is gone, _ _ sad songs say
C it's summer.
_ _ _ _ When every little
G bit of hope is gone, _ sad songs say
C it's summer.
_ _
F _
C _ When every little
G bit of hope is gone, _
Dm sad songs say
C it's summer.
_ _ _ _ _ Well our
G hope is gone, _ _ _ sad songs say
C it's summer.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ .