B An electric concrete fantasy, where the billboards keep on warning me,B that if I don't keep moving I'll get stuck in this place, where nobody gets out alive. [Solo 1]B G EB G EB G E The dead all came to play in this metropolitan decay, a cemetery called Los Angeles.B G E The sun holds no regrets, the natives sway under arrest, as all the STARS fall from the sky. [Chorus 1]D B E F# Now we've all sold our souls, we're just waiting for the show to begin here at the edge. [Verse 2]B G What the hell we doing here, we're everywhere but no one's here, bodies in motion, desperateE motion.B G The angels have all gone insane, I know I'll never be the same, so let it ride, we're going forE a ride. [Chorus 2]D B E F# Now we've all sold our souls, we're just waiting for the show to begin here at the edge.D B E F# Now I watch those zombies celebrate, the burning of their favorite hereti-ics... and demigods. [Solo 2]B G EB G E [Otro]B G E The dead all came to play in this metropolitan decay, a cemetery called Los Angeles.B G E The dead all came to play in this metropolitan decay, a cemetery called Los Angeles.B G E The dead all came to play in this metropolitan decay, a cemetery called Los Angeles.B G E The dead all came to play in this metropolitan decay, a cemetery called Los Angeles.
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