Dm F Bb Under some dirty words on a dirty wall,C F Bb eating take-out by myself.Gm C Gm C I played the shows, got back in the vanBb Bb and put the walkman on, and you were playing.Dm F Bb Some other dive 1,000 miles away,C F Bb I've played 1,000 times before,Gm C Gm C like pathetic stars, the truck stops, and the rock clubBb Bb walls I always knew. You saw them too...F But you never will againC Gm Bb F It's too late. Ahh, don't you knowC Bb It's been too late, for a long time.Dm F Bb Elliot man, you played a fine guitarC F Bb and some dirty basketball.Gm C Gm C The songs you wrote got me a lot,Bb just want to tell you that.F C Bb But it's too late, it's too late.F C Bb Nah, don't you know it's been too late for a long time. [BRIDGE]Gm C F Bb Gm Bb Oh no, things were looking up, least that's what I heard.Gm C F Bb Gm A Dm Oh no, someone came and washed away your hard-earned peace of mind. [INSTRUMENTAL]F C BbDm F BbBb F Dm CDm F Bb When desperate static beats the silence up,C F Bb And quiet truth to calm you down,Gm C Gm C The songs you wrote, they got me through a lot,Bb Just want to tell you that.F C Bb But it's too late, it's too laaaaaate.F C Bb Nah, don't you know it's been too late for a long time.F It's too laaaaaate.Bb It's too laaaaaate.F C Bb No, don't you know, it's been too late for a long time.
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