G C G C
I stand on this stage, one empty page
G C G
Nothing to tell, so little to sell
F C G C G C
Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down
G C G C
I’m just what you see, there’s nothing to me
G C G
A piece of the end that never has been
F C G
Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down
C D G C G
Can’t you tell by my clothes I never made it
C D G C G
Can’t you hear that my songs just won’t sing
C D G C G
Can’t you see in my eyes that I hate it
F C Dsus4
Wasting twenty four years on a dream
Thanks for coming by to sit and watch me die
God knows friends i might there’s three more shoulders tonight
Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down
Chorus
Thanks for coming by...
by: José Duarte
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