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Los Angeles Im Yours

Decemberists

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C                 Cadd2 C               Cadd2 Am
There is a city by the sea, a gentle com - pa - ny, 
              Asus2 Em       F F  G G
I don't suppose you want to

And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing detail 
Its hollowness will haunt you

Dm                         Dmadd2   F               Fadd2    Am     Asus2
Its streets and boulevards,         orphans and oligarchs it hears
F                  Fadd2 Dm                 Dmadd2
A plaintive melody,      truncated symphony
   F                        Fadd2 G
An ocean's garbled vomit on the   shore, 
    F F G G      C
Los Angeles, I'm yours

C  C  C  C Cadd2  C (x4)  F F  G G

Oh ladies pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure 
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about, an empty fallow fount 
From Saturdays to Mondays 
You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at heel 
This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing 
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles my love

C  C  C  C Cadd2  C (x2)

C C# Dmaj7      C#m     Dmaj7      C#m  C#m D# E  . . . (solos)

D                         D                 Bm            Bsus2    F#m  G G  A A
  Oh what a rush of ripe �lan, languor on divans, dalliant and dainty
D                      Dsus2   D                 Dsus2 Bm
But oh the smell of burnt cocaine, the dolor and decay
              Bsus2 F#m   G G  A A
It only makes me    cranky
Dm                 Dmadd2 F                 Fsus2 Am    Asus2 Am 
Oh great calamity,        ditch of iniquity and   tears
F                      Fsus2 Dm                         Dmadd2
How I abhor this place,      its sweet and bitter taste
    F                    Fsus2        G
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
    F F G G      C
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours

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F F  G G  C

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Los Angeles Im Yours

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