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The Classic Crime - Four Chords

I was once a boy in love with strangers,

As I watched them smoke their cigarettes I'd wave

I was much to young to think of danger,

I was curious and innocent and brave

Now the wrinkles in my face have gotten deeper,

I'm an old man thats just 25 years young

I try to keep myself away from mirrors,

They remind me of the stupid things I've done

Because after all mans intellect and power,

All you get is 650,000 hours if you're lucky then you're dead,

Says the voice inside my head that keeps me moving one,

That keeps me singing these songs,

So sing along

Oh, oh, here we go,

Been down this road about a thousand times before

But we ain't bored

Oh, oh, here we go singing songs

We wrote about a thousand times before

But we ain't bored the same four chords,

The same four chords

Now the beard upon my face has gotten thicker

To protect me from the storms that come my way

Maybe when lifes done

I'll be the singer in the band

That plays outside of heavens gate

And even if I die tomorrow

I'll be glad my life was filled with songs,

And even if I die tomorrow

These four chords will keep me living on

Oh, oh, the songs that we wrote,

Are playing back on the radio

Oh, oh, if I die tomorrow

These four chords will keep me living on