INTRO:
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VERSE 

   A                          G            A 
I built my own chains in the land of the free 
                             B          E 
A slave to a job that meant nothing to me 
             A                     G         A 
With three shiny new cars and a split level home 
                           G       A 
To furnish the tomb I was dying to own 
  
     D 
Then one day I wakened with fear in my eye 
  A                                   E 
Aware of a world that was passing me by 
        A                      G          A 
And I knew that my savings of silver and gold 
                                G        A 
Would mean not a thing when my body was cold 


[Refrão]

         A                      D        A 
Because life is a song for the dying to sing 
                             B        E 
It's got to have feeling to mean anything 
       A                      D         A 
And a man can get by without silver or gold 
                             G            A 
With bread for the body and song for the soul 
  
INTERLUDE 

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     A                     G             A 
I'm living my life by the lessons I've learned 
                              B           E 
And not looking back at the bridges I've burned 
            A                         G         A 
'Cause the time that we travel from cradle to grave 
                                G          A 
Was meant to be spent and not meant to be saved 

        D  
And I know there are some who will say I'm a fool 
       A                                     E 
But I don't give a damn for the people that do 
           A                     G           A 
'Cause if down in a dungeon is where they belong 
                                   G         A 
Well, that's their misfortune and none of my own 
  

[Refrão]

         A                      D        A 
Because life is a song for the dying to sing 
                             B        E 
It's got to have feeling to mean anything 
       A                      D         A 
And a man can get by without silver or gold 
                             G            A 
With bread for the body and song for the soul  
  
OUTRO 

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