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INTRO
B
VERSE 1:
Em D Bm7 Am
My love is alien, I picked her up by chance
C D A Em
She speaks to me with ultra-high frequency
Em D Bm7 Am
A radio band of gold, gonna listen 'til I grow old
C
Ooh hoo hoo
Em
What more can a poor boy...
CHORUS
Am D G E
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do...? What more can a poor boy
Am D G B
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do...?
VERSE 2:
The crackle of the radio, a message in the evening sky
You're looking at an interplanetary Romeo
I'll never see her face - between us there's too much space
Ooh hoo hoo
What more can a poor boy...
CHORUS (as before)
SOLO:
Em D Bm7 Am (x4, then) C Em
OUTRO: (Ad lib lyrics from chorus)
Am D G E (x8, then) C Em
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