Chords for The Neighbourhood - West Coast (Live on Letterman)

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Oh, oh, [Ab] snow, [Bbm] [Fm] west coast, it's a damn shame.
My eyes [Bbm] are snowed in [Fm] west coast, listen.
[F] I'm from a different type of left [Ab] land, [Bb] old wild [F] west land.
Nosebleeds, palm trees, and humble weeds wrestling.
Outsiders say it's happy here, [Bb] but it's [F] oppressing.
Too many pretty faces catching my [Fm] attention.
So I look at them, I remind myself [Bb] in the smudge [F] glass,
the prettiest of everything you punk [Fm] at.
Yeah, it's hard to see past the surface when it looks [Bb] so perfect,
[F] but our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose, listen.
[Fm] I grew up [Ab] here under [Bb] the sun [Fm] in grade school.
I was the odd one out in the bunch, and I don't mean I was the kid to eat bucks for lunch.
I was the one who wasn't coming from where they're coming from.
I speak poetically, and I never pride my [F] ignorance,
but this California is [Fm] rigorous.
So they say it's happy here, happiness is [Bb] figurative.
Happy [F] because of me, doesn't matter [Fm] where I'm living in, [F] no.
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_ [Fm] If the sea was [Bbm] God, [Fm] I'd be covered in faith.
If the ocean [Ab] was the [Bbm] devil, [Fm] I'd be covered in hate.
_ I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] west coast, that it's a damn shame.
Well, [Ab] I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] west coast, listen.
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, [Bb] still [Fm] sweating.
Slept in late because everybody else is ready.
My friend called up, [Ab] he said, [Bb] hurry up, [F] buddy, it's almost sundown already.
So I got up, I went and walked [Bb] up, [F] then I gave my mom a hug.
And then [Fm] I thought, it's going to be a [Bb] pretty nice [F] night.
But pretty, is it everything right?
I'm [Fm] losing my mind, Golden State mine.
Plain white tee and a skinny black tie.
My top let down when I get picked up.
[F] PCH, so California, well, [Fm] baby, they were right.
Happiness is [Bb] a warm gun, [Fm] so before you shoot, please warn us.
It's true fun, [Ab] California, [Bb] will you marry me?
Let God be the sun, [Fm] and in the ocean, they shall [Bb] bury me. _ _ _
If [Fm] the sun [Ab] was [Bbm] God, [Fm] I'd be covered in faith.
And if the ocean was the [Bbm] devil, [Fm] I'd be covered in hate.
_ _ [Ab] I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] west coast, that it's a damn shame.
I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] west coast, is it there yet?
[Ab] I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] west coast, that it's a damn shame.
I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] west coast, is it there yet?
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Oh no, oh no, oh no.
[Ab] I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] west coast.
_ _ _ I'm [Bbm] so, [Fm] I'm so, _ everybody nice.
[Ab] I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Fm] west coast, that it's a damn shame. _ _ _ _ _
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