A Postcard From The City Of Angels

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 I’m trying to quit, I’m trying to leave it all behind
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It'll be better for my skin out of the sunshine
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 I don't give a shit, about the flashes in the pan
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I already put in one long shift living the good life


[Pre-chorus]

           Ab
(Well, I’m giving up) On valet, on pressed juice and health food
      Gb
(I’m giving up) On Soho house, rooftops and hair glue
     Db
(I’m giving up) On fast friends in big stupid hats
        Eb
(And I'm giving up) On the head shops and laundry mats lining


[Chorus]

    Db
The endless strip of mini malls
     Cm
That drop off in the sea
         Bbm
And it’s Halloween on Christmas day
        Eb
In the land of make believe
            Db
And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup
      Cm
I'm stuck here in my car
         Bbm
And the miles and miles of streetlight rows
     Eb
Are drowning out the stars
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And I've been looking for a reason to get gone
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And go put on my winter jacket and move on
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I think it's time for something better than this
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I think it's time I got the hell out of Los Angeles


[Verse 2]

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 I thought about home, all the way back on the east coast,
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But you know my fingers tend to crack at 20 below
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 Somewhere life is slow, and they say that that Nashville isn't bad
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But everything’s deep fried in the back soaked in tabasco
Eb
 Either way you know I’m


[Pre-chorus]

 Ab
(Giving up) On actors and girls who smoke cigarettes
 Gb
(Giving up) On pool parties, fame on the internet
 Db
(Giving up) Where every dream turns into ashes
 Eb
(Giving up) On the sea of fake lips and eyelashes


[Chorus]

    Db
The endless strip of mini malls
     Cm
That drop off in the sea
         Bbm
And it’s Halloween on Christmas day
        Eb
In the land of make believe
            Db
And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup
      Cm
I'm stuck here in my car
         Bbm
And the miles and miles of streetlight rows
     Eb
Are drowning out the stars
              Bbm                       Cm
And I've been looking for a reason to get gone
           Db                        Cm
And go put on my winter jacket and move on
             Bbm                             Cm
I think it's time for something better than this
             Db                Eb
I think it's time I got the hell out of Los Angeles


[Bridge]

Fm                   Db
 The Seattle skyline, Alabama moonshine
Ab                               Eb
 I don't need a new start just a little change of view
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 I smell northern pine trees, Carolina sea breeze
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 Just get me somewhere that’s far away from you
Bbm             Cm
  I’m trying to quit
              Db             Cm
I’m trying to leave it all behind
         Bbm           Cm               Eb        N.C.
It'll be better for my skin out of the sun...


[Chorus]

              Db
Away from the endless strip of mini malls
     Cm
That drop off in the sea
         Bbm
And it’s Halloween on Christmas day
        Eb
In the land of make believe
            Db
And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup
      Cm
I'm stuck here in my car
         Bbm
And the miles and miles of streetlight rows
     Eb
Are drowning out the stars
              Bbm                       Cm
And I've been looking for a reason to get gone
           Db                        Cm
And go put on my winter jacket and move on
             Bbm                             Cm
I think it's time for something better than this
             Db                Eb             Ab     Cm    Ab
I think it's time I got the hell out of Los Angeles