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			     SANTA MONICA DREAM - Angus And Julia Stone
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Capo = 5th Fret (Not Relative)

Intro.
F - G - C

e|--------------------------------|----------------|----------------|
B|--------------------------------|---6-------6----|---6-------6----|
G|----0-------0--0--0--0-----0----|----------------|----------------|
D|-------8----------------------7-|------7-------7-|------7-------7-|  x4
A|--0---0------8--7--7--------7---|-8---8-------8--|-8---8-------8--|
E|--------------------------------|----------------|----------------|

Verse - Same as Intro Riff - x9


    C                 Am7
I'm somewhere, you're somewhere
    C               Am7
I'm nowhere, you're nowhere
       C        G        C
You're somewhere, you're somewhere
        F       G      C
I could go there but I don't


Verse 2 - Same as Intro Riff - x8
Chorus - x1
Bridge - Same as Intro Riff - x4
Verse 3 - Same as Intro Riff - x4

Outro. - Gradually Slow Down in Final Bar
|--------------------------------|-------------------|
|--------------------------------|---6-------6-------|
|----0-------0--0--0--0-----0----|-------------------|
|-------8----------------------7-|------7-------7----|
|--0---0------8--7--7--------7---|-8---8-------8---8-|
|--------------------------------|-------------------|


Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
Goodbye to the roses on your street
Goodbye to the paintings on your wall
Goodbye to the children we’ll never meet

And the ones we left behind - x2

Chorus - x1

Rob’s in the kitchen making pizza
Somewhere down in Battery Park
I’m singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really wanna know?
You’re making love now to the lady down the road
No I don’t, I don’t wanna know

Chorus - x1

Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You’ll tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
And the ones we left behind