Donald Walker Hinzugefügt von Donald Walker
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[Intro]
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[Chorus]
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La, la la, la la
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La, la la la
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La, la la, la la
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Story of my li__fe
[Verse 1]
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Well high school seemed like such a blur
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I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections
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And in class I dreamed all day 'bout a rock 'n' roll
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weekend, oh
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And the girl at the front of the room
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So close yet so far you know she never seemed to notice
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That this silly schoolboy crush wasn't just pretend,
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oh
[Chorus]
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Life goes by so fast
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You only wanna do what you think is right
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Close your eyes and it's past
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Story of my li__fe
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Story of my life, la la la
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Story of my life
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The story of my li__fe
[Verse 2]
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And I went down my old neighbourhood
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The faces have all changed,
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there's no one there left to talk to
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And the pool hall I loved as a kid is now a seven eleven,
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la la la
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And I went downtown to look for a job
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I had no training,
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no experience to speak of
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And I looked at the holes in my jeans
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And I turned and headed back, la la la
[Chorus]
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Life goes by so fast
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You only wanna do what you think is right
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Close your eyes and it's past
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Story of my li__fe
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Story of my life, la la la
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Story of my li__fe
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Story of my li__fe
[Solo]
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[Verse 3]
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Yeah good times come and good times go
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I only wish the good times would last a little longer
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I think about the good times we had
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And why they had to end, oh
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So I sit at the edge of my bed
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I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song
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Thinkin' 'bout what you're doin' now
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And when you're coming back, oh
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Life goes by so fast
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You only wanna do what you think is right
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Close your eyes and it's past
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Story of my li__fe
[Chorus & Outro]
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La la la la la
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La la la
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La la la la
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Story of my life
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Story of my li__fe
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Story of my life, la la la la
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Story of my li__fe
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The story of my life
[Intro] | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | [Chorus] | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | La, la la, la la La, la la la La, la la, la la Story of my li__fe [Verse 1] | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | Well high school seemed like such a blur I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections And in class I dreamed all day 'bout a rock 'n' roll weekend, oh And the girl at the front of the room So close yet so far you know she never seemed to notice That this silly schoolboy crush wasn't just pretend, oh [Chorus] | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | - | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | Life goes by so fast You only wanna do what you think is right Close your eyes and it's past Story of my li__fe Story of my life, la la la Story of my life The story of my li__fe [Verse 2] | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | And I went down my old neighbourhood The faces have all changed, there's no one there left to talk to And the pool hall I loved as a kid is now a seven eleven, la la la And I went downtown to look for a job I had no training, no experience to speak of And I looked at the holes in my jeans And I turned and headed back, la la la [Chorus] | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | Life goes by so fast You only wanna do what you think is right Close your eyes and it's past Story of my li__fe Story of my life, la la la Story of my li__fe Story of my li__fe [Solo] | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | [Verse 3] | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | Yeah good times come and good times go I only wish the good times would last a little longer I think about the good times we had And why they had to end, oh So I sit at the edge of my bed I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song Thinkin' 'bout what you're doin' now And when you're coming back, oh [Chorus] | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | Life goes by so fast You only wanna do what you think is right Close your eyes and it's past Story of my li__fe [Chorus & Outro] | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | Cb | Db | - | | Gb | La la la la la La la la La la la la Story of my life Story of my li__fe Story of my life, la la la la Story of my li__fe The story of my life
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