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Chords Of Fame

アーティスト:Phil Ochs  アルバム:Gunfight At Carnegie Hall  作詞:OCHS PHIL  作曲:OCHS PHIL 

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I found him by the stage last night -- he was breathing his last breath. A bottle of wine and a cigarette was all that he had left. I can see you make music '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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