Introdução: C F
C F
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a
C
blue,
Am C G
St. Anne's skirts are billowing
C F C
But down here in the city of the lime-lights,
Am G
The fans of Santa Ana are witherin'.
C F C
And you can't deny that living is easy,
Am C G
If you never look behind the scenery.
C F C
It's showtime for dry climes,
Am G
And Bedlam is dreamin' of rain.
C F C
C C/B Am G F C C/B
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',
Am G F C
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.
Am Em
So many lives on the breeze,
Am C
Even the stars are ill at ease.
Am G
And Los Angeles is burnin'.
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C F C
This is not a test,
Am C G
Of the emergency broadcast system,
C F C
When Malibu fires and radio towers,
Am G
Conspire to dance again.
C F C
And I cannot believe the media Mecca,
Am C G
They're only trying to peddle reality, catch it on
C F C
prime time, story at nine.
Am G
The whole world is goin' insane.
C F C
C C/B Am G F C C/B
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',
Am G F C
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.
Am Em
So many lives on the breeze,
Am C
Even the stars are ill at ease.
Am G
And Los Angeles is burnin'.
C F C
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A placard reads,
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The end of days,
F G C
Jacaranda bows are bending in the haze
F G
More a question than a curse,
C C/B Am
How could hell be any worse?
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The flames are stunnin',
G
The cameras runnin',
So take warnin'.
SOLO
C C/B Am G F C C/B
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',
Am G F C
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.
Am Em
So many lives on the breeze,
Am C
Even the stars are ill at ease.
Am G
And Los Angeles is burnin'.
C F C
.:.PEdRINHO.:.