Verse 1:
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Somebody told me Hollywood was slowly burning,
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So I went with my own eyes to see.
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And I landed in places where the make-up on the faces
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Telling stories on color TV.
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But it's hard to believe you can find, what you're looking for,
F
Anymore.

Verse 2:
Somebody told me not to spend it all on Sundays,
So I went with my own eyes to see,
That the doors'll stay open for praying and hopin',
Come and get your share,
If you have a care, oh no.
But it's hard to believe that you can find what you're looking for, anymore.

Chorus:
        Bb                    Ab
And the way that I make is my own,
      F                Bb
But I know what I'm in for.
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And it's hard to know how to get home,
      F                 Bb
But I know, what I'm in for.

Solo: Use verse chords

Verse 3:
I heard a lot of talk about a revolution,
So I went with my own eyes to see,
That I'm confused by the colors of such expensive clothes,
Pays for so many problems I see,
But it's hard to believe that you can find,
What you're looking for, oh no. 

Repeat chorus