Julia Michaels - In this place

What ^Dmcan it be that calls me to this pla^Fce today? This lawless ^Amcar ballet, what can it ^Gbe? Am ^DmI a baby pigeon sprouting ^Fwings to soar? Was that a m^Ametaphor for something mo^Gre?

Now I'm^Dm flying, my ^Fspirit's climbing As I'm^Am called through this fog of m^Gace (Ooh-ah) ^DmMy body, my spi^Frit aligning In ^Amthis, in this place called Slaughter R^Dmace ^{F Am G} Slaughter r^Dmace ^{F Am G}

What wo^Dmuld you say if it turns out, oh, th^Fat I stay? Would it ^Ambe ok, here in this ^Gplace? 'Cause you know that I love these ^Dmfallen wires Dumpster fires, bur^Fning tires Everything that I des^Amire Everything that I desi^Gre

Now I'm^Dm flying, my ^Fspirit's climbing As I'm^Am called through this fog of m^Gace (Ooh-ah) ^DmMy body, my spi^Frit aligning In ^Amthis, in this place called Slaughter R^Dmace ^{F Am G} Slaughter r^Dmace ^{F Am G}

I ^Amknow I shou^Gld go ^Fbut I really don't want to ^Amyet ^GI really don't Abwant to yet Yeah, I ^Amknow I shou^Gld go b^Fut I really don't want to y^Dmet I ^Emreally don'^Ft want ^Gto yet

There's nothing like Slaughter R^Dmace ^{F Am G} Slaughter Ra^Dmce ^{F Am G} It's alright here in Slaug^Dmhter Ra^Fce Alright here in Sl^Amaughter Ra^Gce Alright here in S^Dmlaughter Race ^FIt's alright here in Sl^Amaughter Race, ^Cyeah.