The Fame

[Bm]     X24432  OR   799777

 [D]      XX0232  OR   X57775

I[D]t breaks like glass, but not in your hand

Shoot you down right where you stand

A[Bm]nd it don't care for w[A]hat you wear

o[G]r which way you might sway

I[D]t calls you up, but not on the phone

And it will drag you from your throne

A[Bm]nd you may laugh[A] while you sit[G] there sipping you cham[D]pagne

A[Bm]nd may I laugh at y[A]our dispare sn[G]iffing your cocaine [D]

I[Bm]'m a man of choise in[A] an old Rolls Royce

A[G]nd I'm howling [D]at the moon

I[Bm]s my happeni[A]ng to deafening f[G]or you? For you?

I[D]ts m[A]aybe[G] the fame

I[D]ts f[A]orgo[G]tten you name

T[D]he t[A]ears[G] you cryed you never did explain

A[D]nd I[A] rem[G]ain, blowing through you like a hurrican[D]e

I[D]ts a shame, Its a shame, Its a shame

I[D]t will not fall, not from the sky

And it don't eat no humble pie

A[Bm]nd you may have your qui[A]et life

B[G]ut I bet you don't know w[D]hy

I[D]t made you a mess, you didn't believe

You still don't know what makes me breathe

A[Bm]nd you may laugh while y[A]ou sit there s[G]ipping your champag[D]ne

A[Bm]nd may I laugh at y[A]our dispare while your sniff[G]ing your cocaine

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