A#m _ _ _ _ And it's also the end
C# of broadcasting _ for Thursday, the end of broadcasting for 1970.
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G#m _ _ _ _ _ .
The _ end of broadcasting for the BBC, the end of broadcasting for the BBC,
A#m _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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C# _ _ _ the end of broadcasting.
_ _ A happy New
B Year to you all.
And on Thursday it will be 11 _ .25 _ _ precisely _ _ .
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G# _ _ _ .
C# Lie _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
G#m with me now _ _ _ .
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A#m _ _ under lemon tree skies _ _ _ .
C# Show me that shy, slow smile you keep hidden.
B By _ warm, brown _ eyes _ _ _ .
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F# Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely _ apart _ _ _ .
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C# And wonder _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
G#m at love's sweet ache and the wild _ beat of
A#m my _ heart _ _ .
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Tearing me _ _ _ .
F# apart.
And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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C# I dreamed I was saying _ _ _ goodbye to
G#m my child.
She _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A#m was taking _ her _ _ last look at
C# the sea _ _ _ .
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B Breathing through dreams _ up to our knees.
And warm ocean swells while bathing bells sop
F# beneath.
Heartbeat and shells punch their iPhones.
_ Erasing the numbers of radon gun lovers.
And search the
C# _ horizon _ _ _ .
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G#m until we find my child _ .
Down by the shore, _ _ .
A#m digging around _ for a chain or a bone _ _ .
C# _ Searching the sand for a relic washed up by
B the sea.
The _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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_ _ _ last
F# refugee _ _ _ _ _ .
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