Arcadia

[Intro] Aº

[Primera Parte]

    Bb                Dm
My body is a map of L.A
                         Gm
I stand straight like an angel, with
 a halo
 Bb                       Dm
Hangin' out the Hilton Hotel window
             Gm
Screamin', "Heyo, baby, let's go"
 Eb             Bb       F
My chest, the Sierra Madre
 Eb             Bb         F
My hips, every high and byway
           Cm                      
That you trace with your fingertips
  F
 like a Toyota
 Cm                     F
Run your hands over me like a Land 
Rover

[Estribillo]

         Bb       F
In Arcadia, Arcadia
                     Gm
All roads that lead to you

As integral to me as arteries
  Eb            Bb
That pump the blood that flows
   Cm            F          A°
Straight to the heart of me
  Bb           Dm
America, America

                  Gm
I can't sleep at home tonight
 F         Eb       Bb
Send me a Hilton Hotel
       Cm          Bb
Or a cross on the hill
       F
I'm a lost little girl
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         Bb
Findin' my way to ya
     Dm
Arcadia

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[Segunda Parte]

    Bb                Dm
My body is a map of L.A
                      Gm
And my heart is like paper, I hate 
ya
     Bb                       Dm
I'm not from the land of the palms
                    Gm
So I know I can't stay here

I'm not native, but
Eb                 Bb          F
   My curves, San Gabriel all day
Eb                       Bb      
   And my lips like the fire 
       F
licks the bay
         Cm
If you think that you know yourself
 F
You can come over
 Cm                        F
Lay your hands on me like you're a 
Land Rover

[Estribillo]

         Bb       F
In Arcadia, Arcadia
                     Gm
All roads that lead to you

As integral to me as arteries
  Eb            Bb
That pump the blood that flows
   Cm            F
Straight to the heart of me
  Bb           Dm
America, America

                  Gm
I can't sleep at home tonight
 F         Eb       Bb
Send me a Hilton Hotel
       Cm          Bb
Or a cross on the hill
       F
I'm a lost little girl
         Bb
Findin' my way to ya
     Dm
Arcadia

[Tercera Parte]

                    Gm
They built me up three hundred
 F              Eb         Bb
Feet tall just to tear me down
        Eb           Bb       
So I'm leavin' with nothing but 
   Cm
laughter
      F
And this town
   Bb
Arcadia
                   Dm
Findin' my way to ya

                 Gm
I'm leavin' them as I was
 F
Five foot eight
 Eb              Bb            Cm
Western bound, plus the hate that 
they gave
 Bb           Cm
By the way, thanks for that
F                  Bb
On the way, I'll pray for ya
                        Dm
But you'll need a miracle
  A°  Bb
America