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Capotraste 2° casa

Tom: Em

Em B C G
(I think the whole verse is Em)
Feels like a ghost here in this room
Not the kind that rides a saddle in a costume
All around me, all around you
In from the window for a drag of your perfume

Em     B    C         G
Let's move back to California
Em                B         C             G   
Let's make a promise, baby Let's both be there
Em        B          C      G
Put our feet deep in the sands
Am
This garden's only got four corners
C                         D
Back to your trenches, back to California

Em
The days keep coming and the years overlap
Been crawling all over each other like wet cats
I hear the rebels yelling out in the dunes
And I don't think it's half as funny as I used to


Let's move back to California
Let's make a promise, baby
Let's both be there
Put our feet deep in the sands
Let's leave behind these maps and handguns
We're on our way back to California

  G                       C
We've got California in our eyes
Come on and catch us if you can
 G                      C
With California in our eyes

Passing down through a valley of lost sheep
Straight is the gate, narrow is the walkway
Mercury rising and poppies in bloom
This is the kind of thing that I can get used to

Let's move back to California
Let's make a promise, baby
Let's both be there
Put our feet deep in the sands
There's still no shortage in creating bad blood
We're on our way back to California

 G                C
We've got California in our eyes
Come on and catch us if you can
 G                C
With California in our eyes
Fast as we can
 G           C
Back to California
Come on and catch us if you can
 G          C
Back to California
Fast as we can
 G          C
Back to California