| C# | | Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey |
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I ache in the places where I used to play |
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| F# | C# | | And I'm | crazy for love but I'm not coming on | |
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| Ab | F# | | I'm just | paying my rent every | day |
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I said to Hank Williams: How lonely does it get? |
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Hank Williams hasn't answered yet. |
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| F# | C# | | But I | hear him coughing all night long | |
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| Ab | F# | | A hund | red floors above me | |
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I was born like this, I had no choice. |
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I was born with the gift of a golden voice. |
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| F# | C# | | And twen | ty-seven angels from the Great beyond | |
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| Ab | F# | | They | tied me to this table right here | |
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So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll |
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I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all |
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| F# | C# | | I'm stand | ing by the window where the light is | strong |
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| Ab | F# | | They don't | let a woman kill you, | not |
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Now you can say that I've grown bitter, but of this you may be sure: |
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The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor |
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| F# | | And there's a | mighty judgment coming |
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| Ab | F# | | You see, you | hear these funny voices | |
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| | | Bbm | Ab | | | | I see you standing on the other | side |
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| | | Bbm | Ab | | | | I don't know how the river | got so wide |
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| | | F# | C# | | | I | loved you, baby, way back when | |
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| | | Bbm | Ab | | | | And all the bridges are burning that we | might have crossed |
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| | | Bbm | Ab | | | | But I feel so close to every | thing that we lost |
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| | | F# | Ab | | | We'll | never have to lose it again | |
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| C# | | I | bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back |
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They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track |
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| F# | | But You'll be | hearing from me, baby |
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| Ab | F# | | I'll be | speaking to you sweetly from a | window |
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