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Tom: F#m
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F#m Abm
From the hard time living 'til the Chelsea days,
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From when her hair went sweet blonde 'til the day it turned grey
She said;
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L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
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You've got more than money and sense, my friend
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You've got heart, and you go in your own way.
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L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
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What you don't have now will come back again
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You've got heart, and you go in your own way.
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Some people wear their history like a map on their face,
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And Joey was an artist just living out of case,
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But his best work, was his letters home.
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His standard works of fiction about imaginary success,
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The chorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends,
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But to a writer, the truth is no big deal.
F#m Abm
From the hard time living to the sleepless nights,
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And the black and blue body from the weekend fights
He'd say;
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On my last night on earth, I won't look to the sky
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Just breathe in the air and blink in the light
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On my last night on earth, I'll pay a high price
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To have no regrets and be done with my life
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