0000007b is not the kind of thing you want to see And the streetlights burn out one by one As you walk beneath them, now this has begun And the streets are all deserted but the businessmen are not at work Except the drunk 7-11 clerk And the marquee on Fifth Avenue is spewing random curse words at you La la la la... 0000007b, something's wrong I think you might agree No the calendar don't seem to say that we are on a holiday But the bureaucrats and mall rats and the socialites with poofy dogs And the pudgy men on power jogs There's gotta be some grand mistake cuz no one seems to be awake La la la la...
Tuning: Standard, capo 2, key of E
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