Chords for The Killers - Christmas In L.A. ft. Dawes

Excuse me, Harry Dean, could I ask you a question?
No.
Do you have any advice for somebody trying to make it?
_ Ha ha ha ha ha.
Oh boy.
You know, somebody trying to break into acting.
Do nothing.
Do nothing?
Nothing.
Why?
_ Why not?
I feel like I've been [N] doing nothing and that hasn't gotten me anywhere.
Well then you're in a great place then.
_ You're nothing.
I'm nothing.
I'm nothing and there is nothing.
_ What's the point then?
None.
_ Ha ha ha.
Simple, huh?
It kind of takes the pressure off.
[Ab] All of it. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] Woke up to sun [Db] streaming in my room.
_ [Ab] One beachfront palm [Eb] December afternoon.
_ [Ab] You close your eyes, [Db] another year blows by.
[Ab] Somewhere in the wind, but [Eb] just another _ _ [Ab] lie.
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ [Ab] My parents in a Christmas [Db] car and tennis shoes.
[Ab] We understand you staying [Eb] and we're proud of you.
[Ab] There's a well rehearsed disinterest [Db] in the atmosphere.
[Ab] I don't know if that's what this time gave me [Eb] or if it led [Ab] me here.
_ [Db] And [Eb] I've played so many [Fm] parts. _
[Db] I don't know which [Eb] one's really [Fm] me.
_ _ [Db] Don't know if I [Fm] can take _ another [Ab] Christmas in L [Eb] _ .A.
Another [Fm] picture of [Db] Sangria [Ab] in an empty beach [Eb] cafe.
Another [Ab] Christmas in L [Eb] _ .A.
Hold me tighter [Db] Carmelita.
I [Ab] don't know how long I [Eb] can stay.
[Ab] _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ [Ab] Left a girl behind in [Db] my old man's truck.
_ [Ab] Sometimes I wonder where [Eb] she ended up.
[Ab] _ Maybe she got married [Db] and had a couple of kids.
_ [Ab] Who do you think you're fooling man?
[Eb] Of course she did.
I'm walking in the [Fm] antenna's bar.
Trying [Eb] to talk with [Fm] Harry Dean.
I don't [Eb] know if I can take _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] another Christmas in L.A.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ Another [Fm] casting [Db] call on Thursday.
For [Ab] a job that doesn't [Eb] pay.
[Ab] Another Christmas in L _ [Eb] _ .A.
Another [Fm] burnout in a [Db] tank top.
It seems [Ab] to Blaskin is the [Eb] game.
Fat [Fm] protagonist in [Db] flip flops.
With [Ab] an extensive resume.
[Eb] From Echo Park to [Fm] Catalina.
_ _ _ [Ab] _
Dreaming of [Eb] a white Christmas.
[Fm] _
[Db] The one [Ab] I used [Eb] to know.
[Ab] Tree tops glisten.
[Eb] Children listen.
[Fm] _
[Db] To [Ab] sleigh bells [Eb] in the snow.
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