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[Estrofa]AmAre we crazy?DmLiving our lives through a lensFTrapped in our white picket fence, like ornamentsCSo comfortable, we’re living in a bubble, bubbleEmSo comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble[Estrofa]AmAren't you lonely?DmUp there in utopiaFWhere nothing will ever be enoughHappily numbCSo comfortable, we’re living in a bubble, bubbleEmSo comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble[Pre-Estribillo]F Dm CSo putAmYour rose-colored glasses onEmAnd party on[Estribillo]AmTurn it up, it’s your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionDmTurn it up, keep it on repeatFStumbling around like a wasted zombieYEAH! We think we’re free, drink, this one’s on meC EmWe’re all chained to the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm[Estribillo]AmTurn it up, it’s your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionDmTurn it up, keep it on repeatFStumbling around like a wasted zombieYEAH! We think we’re free, drink, this one’s on meC Em AmWe’re all chained to the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm[Estrofa]AmAre we tone deaf?DmKeep sweeping it under the matFThought we could do better than thatFI hope we canCSo comfortable, we’re living in a bubble, bubbleEmSo comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble[Pre-Estribillo]F Dm CSo putAmYour rose-colored glasses onEmAnd party on[Estribillo]AmTurn it up, it’s your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionDmTurn it up, keep it on repeatFStumbling around like a wasted zombieYEAH! We think we’re free, drink, this one’s on meC EmWe’re all chained to the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm[Estribillo]AmTurn it up, it’s your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionDmTurn it up, keep it on repeatFStumbling around like a wasted zombieYEAH! We think we’re free, drink, this one’s on meC EmWe’re all chained to the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm[Puente]Dm EmIt is my desireF GBreak down the walls to connect, inspireAmUp in your high place, liarsGTime is ticking for the empireDm EmThe truth they feed is feebleF GAs so many times beforeAmThe greed over the peopleGThey stumbling and fumbling and we about to riotGThey woke up, they woke up the lions[Estribillo]AmTurn it up, it’s your favorite songDance, dance, dance to the distortionDmTurn it up, keep it on repeatFStumbling around like a wasted zombieYEAH! We think we’re free, drink, this one’s on meC EmWe’re all chained to the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm[Outro]AmIt goes on, and on, and onDmIt goes on, and on, and onFIt goes on, and on, and onC Em'Cause we're all chained to the rhythm