C
Oh is this the way they say the futures meant to feel?
G
Oh just twenty thousand people standing in a field
C
And I just don’t understand quite what this feeling is
G
That’s okay cos we’re all sorted out for E’s and Whizz

C
And tell me when the spaceship lands
G
Cos all this has just got to mean something

Dm
In the middle of the night
F G Bb
It feels alright but then tomorrow morning
Am Bb G G
Ohh ohh when you come down

C
Oh yeah the pirate radio told us what was going down
G
Got the tickets from some messed up bloke in Camden Town
C
And no one seems to know exactly where it is
G
But that’s okay, cos we’re all sorted out for E’s and Whizz
C
At four o’ clock the normal world seems very very very far away
Hey hey

Dm
In the middle of the night
F G Bb
It feels alright but then tomorrow morning
C G
Just keep on moving

C
Everybody asks your name they say we’re all the same
G
And now it’s, Nice One, Geezer – that’s as far as the conversation went
C
I lost my friends I dance alone, it’s 6 o’ clock, I wanna go home
G
But it’s no way not today, makes you wonder what it meant
C
And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows
G
And you wanna call your mother and say, “Mother,
C
I can never come home again because I seem to have left
G
an important part of my brain somewhere in a field in Hampshire. Alright

Dm
In the middle of the night
F G Bb
It feels alright but then tomorrow morning
Am Bb
Oohh Oohh when you come down
Am Bb
Ooh what if you never come down?

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