The End Is Nigh(Cavaco chords)

	        

 


Intro  C 

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Some friends come in and out of view 
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Last time I looked we were dancing like dogs on fire 
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Now I'm laughing with your little girl 
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Laughing about my sunburn on that day 

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Oh, it's good to see her smile 
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I remember how you held me as I cried 
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Flailing like a landed fish 
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Trying to get back to before this day went away 

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But who would make the cut 
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When our time is up 
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And everyone pointing at the sky 
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Screaming the end is nigh 

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It's coming 
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Like an explorer clearing ground 
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Swinging your blade, flashing in the sun 
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You come right through my moped 
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Pick me up and then was on your way 

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I treasure the stars 
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We'll always have 
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I don't remember where we were 
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Don't think we'd return 
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These moments are fleeting as they are pure 

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But I think you'd make the cut 
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When our time is up 
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Everyone pointing at the sky 
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Screaming the end is nigh 

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It's coming 

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Everybody for the last time 
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Come here to me for the last time 

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Will it be a fireball from the sky? 
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Or will we all take to the bed 
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Laid low by a new pox? 
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Or will the wrong guy get the codes? 

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Whose arms will I seek? 
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Whose eyes would I meet in the final throws 
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And say it was good to be human? 
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To be a human with you here 

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Who would make the cut 
                 Am   G 
When our time is up? 
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And everyone pointing at the sky 
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Screaming the end is nigh 

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I think you'd make the cut 
                 Am   G 
When our time is up 
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And everyone pointing at the sky 
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Screaming, the end is nigh 

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It's coming 
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Oh, hold me, it's coming 
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Hold me, it's coming  
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Hold me, it's coming  
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Hold me, it's coming  
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Hold me, it's coming  
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Hold me, it's coming  
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Hold me, it's coming
	        

Written by Dominic Phillips/David Geraghty/Paul Noonan