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When they B7beat upon a G7broken guitar
And all the B7streets, they reek of G7tropical charms
The embasB7sies lie in G7hideous shards
Where E7tourists snore and deEb7cay
When they dance in a reptile blaze
You wear a mask, an equatorial haze
Into the past, a colonial maze
Where there's no more confetti to throw
G#m7 You wouldn't C#7know what to say to yourG#m7self
Love is a C#7poverty you couldn't F#m7sell
Misery B7waits in vague E7hotels
To G7be evicF#7ted
You're out of luck, you're singing funeral songs
To the studs, they're anabolic and bronze
They seem to strut in their millennial fog
Till they fall down and deflate
You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted
B7 Oh and G7now you've had your B7fun
Under an G7air-conditioned B7sun
It's G7burned into your B7eyes
Leaves you G7plain and left beB7hind
I G7see them rise and E7fall
Into the Eb7jaws of a pestilent G#m7love
You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be a victim