The Classic Crime - Seatle

^AmMy real last thing ^CmajMy life is dull ^GmajAnd dried up like the sound ^AmA voice makes when ^Cmajthe heart grows cold ^GmajAnd its going that way

^AmI think i'll move out of state ^CmajSomewhere far from ^GmajSeattle city lights

^AmCalifornia sounds nice ^Cmajbut California's a lie ^GmMaybe I'm out of luck or maybe I'm just ^Fblind ^CmajOh this time ^{Am Cmaj}

^FRain on my hopes ^CmajRain on my soul ^AmRain on ^Gmajeverything that i know ^FIt feels so ludicrous ^CmajThe pursuit of this ^Amdream We thought we'd be^Gmaj along ago

^AmMy life is like a ^Cmajrolling ^Gmajriver ^GmajSomebody and absurd ^AmAnd although ^Cmaji might be mista^Gmajken I ^Gmajknow that i'll be heard ^AmAnd i find ^Cmajthe second i try to ^Gmajpull away ^GmajI'm thrown back in ^Fline ^CmajOh this t^Amime ^Cmaj

^FRain on my hopes ^CmajRain on my soul ^AmRain on ^Gmajeverything that i know ^FIt feels so ludicrous ^CmajThe pursuit of this ^Amdream We thought we'd be^Gmaj along ago

^FRain on my hopes ^CmajRain on my soul ^AmRain on ^Gmajeverything that i know ^FIt feels so ludicrous ^CmajThe pursuit of this ^Amdream We thought we'd be^Gmaj along ago

^DmAnd we are all loo^Fking for the ^Cmajsame thing the s^Gmajame thing ^DmSeattle is cal^Fling me back ^Cmajhome back h^Gmajome

^FRain on my hopes ^CmajRain on my soul ^AmRain on ^Gmajeverything that i know ^FIt feels so ludicrous ^CmajThe pursuit of this ^Amdream We thought we'd be^Gmaj along ago

^FRain on my hopes ^CmajRain on my soul ^AmRain on ^Gmajeverything that i know ^FIt feels so ludicrous ^CmajThe pursuit of this ^Amdream We thought we'd be^Gmaj along ago

^FWhoa w^Cmajhoa ^{Am F}Whoa w^Cmajhoa ^Am