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He Am7sits all aloneEm7 pAm7laying his guitar Em7
Am7 All in the bacEm7k of aAm7 little cafEm7é
And no Am7one seems to hearEm7 so he Am7closes his eyesEm7
Fmaj7 Just lets the mCu -sicE7 take him a-wa____y
F Singing _ _ _ songs of lov_e _ _ _ songs _ _ of broken heaE7r -ear _ _ -ts
A _ nd he's Am7worn out his luckD7 and his Am7last pair of D7jeans
But you Am7keep going onD7 when you're Am7living on D7dreams
Fmaj7 And you can feel _ it iCnside _ E7 and the gui _ _ _ tar don't lie-ie
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T _ here's a Am7lady he knowsEm7 who Am7often comes byEm7
She's a Am7nice little girl Em7 and she's Am7into the bluesEm7
She reAm7quests is the sameEm7 song _ e-ve-r _ y nightEm7
She Fmaj7says it remindsC her _ of E7someone s _ he knew____
F A _ _ _ trace of her peCrfume _ _ _ F floats a _ _ cross the ro_-om__ _ _
Am7 Once they were closD7e and theyAm7 shared all their dreamD7s
But Am7now all that he feelsD7 is a Am7physical thingD7
They grow _slow-ly apart _ and the gE7uitar _ _ _ don't lie__
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Some Am7nights it gets coldEm7 and it Am7makes him a-wareEm7
The Am7time's moving onEm7 and it'Am7s slipping awayEm7
And Am7if you look closeEm7 at h _ is Am7dark curl _ y hair_
Fmaj7 Under the light_s there'sE7 traces _ of gre____y
And Fknows w _ _ _ hat it's all a-Cbout _ _ _ _ feeling d _ _ own and out_____ _
Bec _ ause he's Am7been there beforeD7 can he's Am7seen it allD7
And you Am7learn to surviveD7 with your Am7back to the wallD7
It's a _cra___-zy old lCife _ and the guita _ _ _ r don't lie-ie
___ the guEm7itar don _ 't li__e__
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