David Gilmour - Out of the blue

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^BbOut of the ^Fblue, On the ^Bbwings of a ^Fdove, A ^Bbmessenger c^Fomes, with the beating of d^Crums, it's not a message of l^Bbove Our children are ^Fborn, and ^Bbwe keep them ^Fwarm, ^Bbthey must have the r^Fight to live in the ^Clight, to be safe from the s^Bbtorm. ^BbAnd out of the ^Fblue, with ^Bbwings on his h^Feels, a^Bb messenger com^Fes, bearing r^Cegrets for the time that he s^Bbteals. ^BbBut steal it he wi^Fll, my c^Bbhildren's and m^Fine, a^Bbgainst our desir^Fes, against all our ^Cneeds, our blood spilled like w^Bbine.

^DmOver and ^Cover we c^Bball, N^Co one h^Dmears... and further and ^Cfurther and ^Bbfurther we f^Fall... ^DmThough we brave it, we soon ^Cwill have ^Bbwait ^C It is c^Dmlear that it's no dream at ^Call, our ^Bblives are at s^Ftake. ^{G C}

^BbI cannot bel^Fieve... nor e^Bbven pre^Ftend... t^Bbhat the thunder I h^Fear, will just disa^Cppear, and the nightmare will e^Bbnd. ^BbSo hold back the ^Ffire, bec^Bbause this much is t^Frue, ^Bbwhen all's said and d^Fone, ^Cthen ending will come, from out of the ^Bbblue.