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C F X4 C F It was 1962 C F When my grandfather woke up in a hotel room C F In Charlottesville, Virginia C F A poster child of a post-war life C F And then he died in 95 C F before I was even born C F All the radiation C F must have shaken him to his core Am Oh what a shame G C F Love the player, hate the game C F X4 C F My grandma played the lottery C F every Sunday afternoon C F She said it hasn't happened yet, C F but it might happen very soon C F In 43 the block got busted C F in the firestorm C F They rolled up their sleeves and said, C F We better keep on keeping on'(there Is A Brief Rest Here) Am To her it felt the same G C F Love the player, hate the game Am G C F Love The Player, hate The Game C F Working at the trade fair C F can make you lose your faith in God C F And when her husband died, the company C F dropped her on the spot C F When you grow up, you want to be C F a grave without a name C F Cause they told all the girls C F you either are a burden or ashamed Am And I dont blame you G C F Am I don't blame you G C F Love the player, hate the game {Instrumental} C F X4 Am G C F X2 C F X4 C F You could choose to love someone C F C F C F Anytime you want C F But time is running fast C F Some say its running out Am G So we burn it while we're young C F We got no intentions of slowing it down
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