Intro:  


    
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B		    F# 
Baby, Baby don't be late,  
		             G#m                             F# 
The world is ending, I can't change the way I feel about you now  

New York is cold as ever.  
B		      F#		              
Still I go out every night,  
                      G#m  
Hide myself among the lights, 
			 F#		 
Pray that all the pretty things, city brings  
B		             F# 
Blood is glistening and they shine  
			      G#m 
Like the styles we're born to die  
                        F# 
Like these roses we all fade  


[Refrão]
                 B                      F# 
I'm counting the cars on the freeway below,  
            G#m             E                 B 
Lost in the music, all the foolishness of our lives  
                    F#               G#m            E 
Spinning out of control, lost in the music, in the music... 


Baby, Baby please don't cry,  
Wipe the guilt out from your eyes, lay your conscience on the bed, 
there's no one innocent here  
In the mirror you'll find faith,  
Plastic flowers never fade,  
We all turn to gray  


[Refrão]

                 B                      F# 
I'm counting the cars on the freeway below,  
            G#m             E                 B 
Lost in the music, all the foolishness of our lives  
                    F#               G#m            D#         E 
Spinning out of control, lost in the music, in the music... 

B	  F#	 		E 
I lost my way, I lost it all,  
B         F#        E 
I lost my way...  
E    E    B    F# 
E    E    B    G#m 

Baby Baby, please don't cry,  
Wipe the guilt out from your eyes, pick yourself up off the bed,  
There's no one innocent here  
Bodies glisten and they shine  
Like the stars we're born to die  
Like these roses we all fade   


[Refrão]
I'm counting the cars on the freeway below,  
Counting the lights and the end of it all,  
Counting the cars on the freeway below  
Lost in the music  
In the music