Late

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      Under some dirty words on a dirty wall, 
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      you can take out by myself. 
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      I played the shows, got back in the van 
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      and put the walkman on, and you were playing. 
  Dm               F          Bb
      Some other died 1,000 miles away, 
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      I've played 1,000 times before, 
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      like pathetic stars, the truck stops, and the rock club 
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      walls I always knew.  You saw them too... 
 
 
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      But you never will again 
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      It's too late.          Ahh, don't you know 
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      It's been too late, for a long time.