Аккорды The Decemberists - Los Angeles, I'm Yours

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INTRO

C  C  C  C Cadd2  C (x2)

VERSE 1

C                 Cadd2 C               Cadd2 Am
There is a city by the sea, a gentle com - pa - ny, 
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I don't suppose you want to
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And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing detail 
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Its hollowness will haunt you

CHORUS

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Its streets and boulevards,         orphans and oligarchs it hears
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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

VERSE 2

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Oh ladies pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure 
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I can see your undies
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And all the boys you drag about, an empty fallow fount 
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From Saturdays to Mondays 

CHORUS

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You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at heel 
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This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing 
   F                        Fadd2 G
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
    F F G G      C
Los Angeles my love

BRIDGE

C  C  C  C Cadd2  C (x2)
C C# Dmaj7 C#m  Dmaj7 C#m C#m Eb E
D                         D                 Bm            Bsus2    F#m  G G  A A
  Oh what a rush of ripe elan, languor on divans, dalliant and dainty
D                      Dsus2   D                 Dsus2 Bm
But oh the smell of burnt cocaine, the dolor and decay
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It only makes me    cranky

CHORUS

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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

OUTRO

    F F G G      C
Los Angeles, I'm yours
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Los Angeles, I'm yours

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