Frankie Cosmos – Street View (Guitar)

F      Am    C
I felt so tragic

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Today on Google maps just

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Circling the block and seeing where we met

C       G          F
I was making such progress

C                          Fm
Now there's new stuff to process

C       G          F
Seems like it's an imperfect art

C                Fm
Hope it doesn't fall apart

F      Am    C
Falling out my body

F      Am    C
Decade later oddly

F                Fm
Clinging to the poles

            C              Em
Break it in half it's whole

Bb             C
Judy says I'm Trini to the bone

Bb
Over the phone

C
We're both dancing alone

F      Am          C
Make a list in an iPhone note

F        Am         C
Look at it when I'm feeling low

F                       Fm
But I'd rather write a poem

Fm                      C    Em
I think everything's a cult

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Sometimes you just have to laugh at the facts