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California Dreaming

Hollywood Undead

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Gb Like a sinkhole Fm Like a sinkhole Gb                                      Fm Stars are born then fucking ate up in a day slow Gb What does it show? Fm What does it show?     Gb                              Fm C-C-Cut off all the tethers to your lost soul Gb                 Fm Think about a time on a dotted line Gb            Fm Venice Beach, cutthroats on the shoreline Gb It ain't a fucking crime Fm I'm taking back what's mine Gb Los Angeles, we on the front line Fm Click-click-boom, let 'em fall Gb                   Fm Lining 'em up with a semi-matic auto Gb             Fm Hear the call, hear the call Gb                 Fm Hop in the whip to demonstrate that I'm out though                   Gb When I do it like this                    Fm With a wiffle ball bat Gb Surf's up, b*tches, and it's like that Bbm Hollywood coming to attack   [Chorus]        F I'm no shooting star        C Just a burning heart          G We never sleep                      G In California, we're dreaming         F Running through the dark        C Broken boulevards          G We never sleep    F                 G In California, we're dreaming    F                 G In California, we're dreaming  [Verse] Gb              Fm Armageddon now, Armageddon now Gb                       Fm Coked out skeletons come back down Gb                    Fm Break 'em down, gotta break 'em down Gb                      Fm Broke down Ford lights, sing so loud     Gb The greatest story ever told     Fm The greatest five ever known Gb Dead men walking   Fm Audition for the big show      Gb It's biblical           Fm It's also cynical                Gb                            Fm In the land of make-believe, the situation's critical Gb                                           Fm Sink into the ocean like some martyrs at our pinnacle Gb                                                  Fm Yeah, it's just a vision, but the waves are f*cking literal Gb As above... Fm So below Gb                              Fm You wanna go to heaven, but you sold your soul Gb Dying young... Fm I'm growing cold Gb                         Fm Cut yourself apart, so you don't grow old       Gb We're living in denial...            Fm But we're doing it in style     Gb                         Bbm Out here in California, it's a trial by fire  [Chorus]        F I'm no shooting star        C Just a burning heart          G We never sleep                      G In California, we're dreaming         F Running through the dark        C Broken boulevards          G We never sleep    F                 G In California, we're dreaming    F                 G In California, we're dreaming  [Bridge] Ebm                   Ab Tension hidden in the question                Bbm Underneath the dreams I hold             Ebm                 Ab I can see rejection in my own reflection               Bbm I can feel my dreams grow cold B Dreams grow cold  [Chorus]        F I'm no shooting star        C Just a burning heart          G We never sleep                      G In California, we're dreaming         F Running through the dark        C Broken boulevards          G We never sleep    F                 G In California, we're dreaming    F                 G In California, we're dreaming  [Outro] Gb              Fm Gb Fm In California... Gb             Fm            Gb Fm In California, we're dreaming Gb              Fm Gb Fm In California...

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