Inside

G  F#m  G   Em A

[Verse 1]

A          G                     
This ain't Hollywood,it never 
    F#m
really gets that good.
                    G        
Call it love if you think you 
                 Em           A
should, there's no need to explain.
                  G           
Tonight it's just you and me,a 
                           F#m
furnished room, black and white TV,
               G                   
The late movie runs till three, 
            Em          A
then it's just you and me again.
                        G          
There's no work, just a lot of 
                         F#m
talk, I quit drinking, now I watch 
the clock,
                    G           
I count the minutes in the dark, 
          Em             A
till the sun crawls up again.

[Chorus 1]

        G                          
And you won't leave soon because I 
A
know,
       Bm                   F#m
You're just like me with no place to
 go.
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              G               
And there's a love still here, 
           A
nothing's died,
   Bm                       G  
It just got hurt and buried deep 
    A
inside.

[Verse 2]

              G                  
No this ain't Hollywood, it ain't 
           F#m
Venice or Malibu,
                    G              
It's not the life I promoised you, 
        Em             A
when we set out years ago.
                          G     
You're waitng tables from one to 
                            F#m
nine, I fill out forms and stand in 
line,
               G                  
No work just a waste of time, and 
Em              A
every day's the same.

[Instrumental]

Em  G  A  F#m  G    D Em A

A                      G         
You're home later each night I 
                          F#m
see, I fix dinner while you talk to 
me,
                         G         
And then we wait for the late 
          Em       A
movie, to take us away again.

[Chorus 2]

        G                          
And you won't leave soon, because I
 A
 know,
       Bm                   F#m
You're just like me with no place to
 go.
   G                               
No place to go, it's just a matter 
   A
of time,
       Bm                     G   
You'll find somewhwere just a 
      A
matter of time.

[Otro]
              G                  
No this ain't Hollywood, it never 
        F#m
really gets that good,
                    G        
Call it love if you think you 
         Em           A
should, no need to explain.