Chords of Fame Lyrics

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	I found him by the stage last night
	D　　　 a
	He was breathing his last breath
	E
	A bottle of wine and a cigarette
	D　a
	Was all that he had left
	'i can see you make the music
	D　　 e
	'cause you carry a guitar
	A
	God help the troubadour
	F#m　　　　g
	Who tries to be a star'
	G#　a　 g　　 a
	So play the chords of love, my friend
	G　　　 a
	Play the chords of pain
	D　　　　a
	If you want to keep your song,
	E　a　 g　a
	Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame
	I seen my share of hustlers
	As they try to take the world
	When they find their melody
	They're surrounded by the girls
	But it all fades so quickly
	Like a sunny summer day
	Reporters ask you questions
	They write down what you say
	(chorus)
	They'll rob you of your innocence
	They will put you up for sale
	The more that you will find success
	The more that you will fail
	I been around, i've had my share
	And i really can't complain
	But i wonder who i left behind
	The other side of fame
	(chorus)
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	pre e
	I found him by the stage last night
	D　　　 a
	He was breathing his last breath
	E
	A bottle of wine and a cigarette
	D　 a
	Was all that he had left
	' i can see you make the music
	D　　 e
	' cause you carry a guitar
	A
	God help the troubadour
	F m　　　　 g
	Who tries to be a star'
	G　 a　 g　　 a
	So play the chords of love, my friend
	G　　　 a
	Play the chords of pain
	D　　　　 a
	If you want to keep your song,
	E　 a　 g　 a
	Don' t, don' t, don' t, don' t play the chords of fame
	I seen my share of hustlers
	As they try to take the world
	When they find their melody
	They' re surrounded by the girls
	But it all fades so quickly
	Like a sunny summer day
	Reporters ask you questions
	They write down what you say
	chorus
	They' ll rob you of your innocence
	They will put you up for sale
	The more that you will find success
	The more that you will fail
	I been around, i' ve had my share
	And i really can' t complain
	But i wonder who i left behind
	The other side of fame
	chorus
	pre

	pre e
	I found him by the stage last night
	D　　　 a
	He was breathing his last breath
	E
	A bottle of wine and a cigarette
	D　 a
	Was all that he had left
	' i can see you make the music
	D　　 e
	' cause you carry a guitar
	A
	God help the troubadour
	F m　　　　 g
	Who tries to be a star'
	G　 a　 g　　 a
	So play the chords of love, my friend
	G　　　 a
	Play the chords of pain
	D　　　　 a
	If you want to keep your song,
	E　 a　 g　 a
	Don' t, don' t, don' t, don' t play the chords of fame
	I seen my share of hustlers
	As they try to take the world
	When they find their melody
	They' re surrounded by the girls
	But it all fades so quickly
	Like a sunny summer day
	Reporters ask you questions
	They write down what you say
	chorus
	They' ll rob you of your innocence
	They will put you up for sale
	The more that you will find success
	The more that you will fail
	I been around, i' ve had my share
	And i really can' t complain
	But i wonder who i left behind
	The other side of fame
	chorus
	pre

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