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Time Spent In Los Angeles

Dawes
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 these days my friends  don’t seem to know me
 without my suitcase  in my hand
 and when  I am standing still
 I seem to disappear
 but maybe that's  how I found you
 maybe that's taught me  exactly what I want
 maybe meeting you so far  away from home
 is what makes it all so  clear
 but you got that special  kind of sadness
 you got that tragic  set of charms
 that only comes from time  spent in Los  Angeles
 makes me wanna wrap  you in  my arms
 when people ask  me where I come from
 to see what that  says about man
 I only end up giving  bad directions
 that never lead them there at all
 it’s something written  in the head lights
 it is something swimming  in my drink
 and if I were the moon
 it’d be exactly where I fall
 you got that special  kind of sadness
 you got that tragic  set of charms
 that only comes from time  spent in Los  Angeles
 makes me wanna wrap  you in  my arms
 I used to think  someone would love me
 for places  I have been
 and the dirt  I have been gathering
 deep beneath my nails
 but now I know  what I’ve been missing
 and I’m going home  to make it mine
 and I'll be battening  the hatches
 and pulling in the sails.
 repeat twice)
 you got that special  kind of sadness
 you got that tragic  set of charms
 that only comes from time  spent in Los  Angeles
 makes me wanna wrap  you in  my arms

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Readable chord sheet for Time Spent In Los Angeles by Dawes

these days my [D]friends don’t seem to know me   [F#m]
without my [C/G]suitcase in my hand   [G]
and wh[D]en I am standing still   [F#m]
I seem to d[C/G]isappear   [G]
but maybe [D]that's how I found you  [F#m]
maybe that's taught me[C/G] exactly what I want   [G]
maybe meeting you so [D]far away from home  [F#m]
is what makes it all so[C/G] clear   [A]

but you got that [G]special kind of [D]sadness    [Am7]
you got that [G]tragic set of [D]charms   [Am7]
that only comes from [Em]time spent in Los[Bm] Angeles
makes me wanna w[A]rap you [G]in my ar[D]ms

when people [D]ask me where I come from [F#m]
to see what that[C/G] says about man   [G]
I only end up [D]giving bad directions  [F#m]
that never lead them there at [C/G]all     [G]
it’s something [D]written in the head lights  [F#m]
it is something [C/G]swimming in my drink   [G]
and if I were the [D]moon        [F#m]
it’d be exactly where I [C/G]fall    [A]

you got that s[G]pecial kind of [D]sadness  [Am7]
you got that [G]tragic set of [D]charms   [Am7]
that only comes from t[Em]ime spent in Los[Bm] Angeles
makes me wanna w[A]rap you [G]in my [D]arms

I used to thin[D]k someone would love me  [F#m]
for [C/G]places I have been  [G]
and the [D]dirt I have been gathering   [F#m]
deep beneath my [C/G]nails   [G]
but now I [D]know what I’ve been missing  [F#m]
and I’m going [C/G]home to make it mine   [G]
and I'll be [D]battening the hatches   [F#m]
and pulling in the [C/G]sails.    [A]

repeat twice)
you got that s[G]pecial kind of [D]sadness  [Am7]
you got that [G]tragic set of [D]charms    [Am7]
that only comes from t[Em]ime spent in Los[Bm] Angeles
makes me wanna w[A]rap you [G]in my [A]arms            [D]

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