[Verse 1]
I found him by the stage last night
He was breathing his last breath
A needle full of heroin was all that he had left
I can see that you make music
'Cause you carry your guitar
But god help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star
[Chorus]
So play the chords of love my friends
Play the chords of pain
But if you want to keep your songs
Don't, don't, don't
Don't play the chords of fame
[Verse 2]
I've seen my share of hustlers
As they've tried 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 the questions
They write down what you say
I found him by the stage last night
He was breathing his last breath
A needle full of heroin was all that he had left
I can see that you make music
'Cause you carry your guitar
But god help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star
[Chorus]
So play the chords of love my friends
Play the chords of pain
But if you want to keep your songs
Don't, don't, don't
Don't play the chords of fame
[Verse 2]
I've seen my share of hustlers
As they've tried 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 the questions
They write down what you say
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