West Coast Chords by The Neighbourhood

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[Fm] _ _ _ I'm from a different [C] type of left land, old [Bbm] wild [F] west land, nosebleeds, palm trees, and tumbleweeds wrestling.
Outsiders say it's happy here, but it's depressing.
Too many pretty faces catching my attention, so I look [Fm] at them, remind myself in the smudge
glass that pretty isn't everything, you punk ass.
Always hard to see past the surface when it looks so perfect, but our eyes will disguise
[F] dirt on purpose, you [Fm] listening?
I grew up here, under the sun, in grade school, I was the odd one out of the bunch, and I
don't mean I was the kid to eat bugs for lunch, [F] I was the one who wasn't coming from where
they're coming from.
I speak poetically, and [Bbm] never pride my [Fm] ignorance, but this California shit is rigorous.
They say it's happy here, happiness is figurative, I'm happy cause of me, it doesn't matter where I'm living. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith, if the ocean was the [Bbm] devil, [Fm] I'd be covered in hate.
_ _ I'm so red-clothed, it's a goddamn shame, I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] red-clothed, it's a goddamn shame.
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, still [F] sweating, slept in late so everybody else is ready.
My friend called up, he said, hurry up, buddy, it's all ready.
So I hopped up, [Fm] I went and washed up, I ate some pasta, then I gave my mom hugs, and then
I thought, uh, it's gonna be a pretty [Bb] nice night.
[F] But pretty isn't everything, right?
Golden [Fm] state mind, I'm taking my time, plain [F] white shirt and a skinny black tie, my top
leg down when I get picked [Bb] up.
[F] BCH, so California, maybe [Fm] they were right, happiness is a warm gun, [F] but before you shoot,
please warn us, life is too fun.
California, [Bb] will you marry [Fm] me?
Let God be the sun, and in the ocean they shall bury me. _ _ _
_ _ If the sun was [Db] God, [Fm] I'd be covered in faith.
If the ocean [Ab] was the devil, [Fm] I'd be covered in hate.
_ I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] red-clothed, it's a goddamn shame, I'm so red-clothed, it's a goddamn shame.
I'm [Bbm] so [Fm] red-clothed, it's a goddamn shame, I'm so red-clothed, it's a goddamn shame.
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I'm _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] so [Fm] red _ _ _ _ _ [Ab]-clothed.
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