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| | G | Dsus2 |
| | Along the edges, colors | blur and seem familiar. |
| | G |
| | While you read your magazine, |
| | Dsus2 |
| | I was counting all the markers. |
| | G | Dsus2 |
| | And California seemed to | draw you like a siren |
| | G | Dsus2 |
| | from a postcard, or a letter, i | n a frame of film melting. |
| | Em | C | Em | A |
| | But under | you, | I feel your | breath move in, out slowly. |
| | Em | C | Em | A | C |
| | Under | you, | let go completely | feeing you take over me | . |
| (In between verses play the verse chord progression G-Dsus2) |
| | G | Dsus2 |
| | A Hollywood flat where w | e'd laugh about our fortunes |
| | G | Dsus2 |
| | where we held jobs in this bar d | own at 3rd and San Vicente. |
| | G | Dsus2 |
| | And Ramen Noodles | at 4:30 in the morning, |
| | G | Dsus2 |
| | When we barely could survive, | I was never more alive. |