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I found him by the stage last night, he was breathing his last breath.
A bottle of gin and a cigarette was all what he had left.
Well, I know that you make music 'cause you carry a guitar,
But God help the troubadour who tries to be a star.
Come on and play the chords of love, my friend,
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