Tom: C

         Am
Are we crazy?
                      F
Living our lives through a lens
                      Dm7
Trapped in our white-picket fence

Like ornaments
                C
So comfortable, we're living in a bubble, a bubble
                G
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble

               Am
Aren't you lonely?
                F
Up there in utopia
                Dm7
Where nothing will ever be enough?

Happily numb
          C
So comfortable, we're living in a bubble, a bubble
          G
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble

Ah
F                      Am
So put your rose-colored glasses on
             G
And party on

Am
Turn it up, it's your favorite song

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
F
Turn it up, keep it on repeat

Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Dm7
Yeah, we think we're free

Drink, this one is on me
          C
We're all chained to the rhythm
          G
To the rhythm

To the rhythm

Am
Turn it up, it's your favorite song

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
F
Turn it up, keep it on repeat

Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Dm7
Yeah, we think we're free

Drink, this one is on me
          C
We're all chained to the rhythm
          G
To the rhythm

To the rhythm

                Am
Are we tone deaf?
                     F
Keep sweeping it under the mat
                      Dm7
Thought we can do better than that

I hope we can
               C
So comfortable, we're living in a bubble, a bubble
              G
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble

Ah
F                    Am
So put your rose-colored glasses on
             G
And party on

Am
Turn it up, it's your favorite song

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
F
Turn it up, keep it on repeat

Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Dm7
Yeah, we think we're free

Drink, this one is on me
          C
We're all chained to the rhythm
          G
To the rhythm

To the rhythm

Am
Turn it up, it's your favorite song

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
F
Turn it up, keep it on repeat

Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Dm7
Yeah, we think we're free

Drink, this one is on me
          C
We're all chained to the rhythm
          G
To the rhythm

To the rhythm

[Parte MArley]     ( F Am G)

It is my desire

Break down the walls to connect, inspire

Ay, up in your high place, liars

Time is ticking for the empire

The truth they feed is feeble

As so many times before

They greed over the people

They stumbling and fumbling

And we're about to riot

They woke up, they woke up the lions

(Woo!)

 

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