Chords Of Fame Paroles

'Cause you carry a guitar
God help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star"

So play the chords of love, my friend
Play the chords of pain
If you want to keep your song,
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

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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

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