Found him by the stage last night
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He was breathing his last breath
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A bottle of gin and a cigarette
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was all that he had left
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I can see you making music
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cause you carry your guitar
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God help the troubadour
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who tries to be a star
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[Chorus]
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So play the chords of love my friend
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play the chords of fame
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If you wanna keep your soul
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don't, don't, don't
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don't play the chords of fame
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I've seen my share of hustlers
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as they try to take the world
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When they find their melody
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they're surrounded by the girls
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But it all fades so quickly
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like a sunny summer's day
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The foreigners ask the questions
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they write down what you say
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So play the chords of love
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my friend
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play the chords of fame
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If you wanna keep your soul
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don't, don't, don't
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don't play the chords of fame
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[repeat Chorus 1x]
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They'll rob you of your innocence
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they will put you up for sale
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The more that you will find success
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the more that you will fail
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I've been around
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I have my share
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and I really can't complain
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But I wonder who I left behind
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the other side of fame
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So play the chords of love
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my friend
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play the chords of fame
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If you wanna keep your soul
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don't, don't, don't
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don't play the chords of fame
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Chords Of Fame
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