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 [B7#9] [D#7#9] [C#7#9]

 when they b[B7#9]eat on a broken guitar

 and on the [B7#9]streets they reek of tropical charms

 the embass[B7#9]ies lie in hideous shards

 where tourists snore and decay

when they dance in a reptile blaze

you wear a mask an equatorial haze

into the past a colonial maze

where there's no more confetti to throw

 [D#7#9]you didn't know what to say to you[D#7#9]rself

 love is a poverty you couldn't s[C#7#9]ell

 misery waiting in vague hot[B7#9]els

 to be evicted

you're out of luck you're singing funeral songs

to the studs they're anabolic and bronze

they seem to strut in their millennial fogs

'til they fall down and deflate

Chorus

now you've had your fun

under an air-conditioned sun

it's burned into your eyes

leaves you plain and left behind

see them eyes and fall

into the jaws of a pestilent love

you didn't know what to say to yourself

love is a poverty you couldn't sell

misery waiting in vague hotels

to be a victim