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Dm F Bb Under some dirty words on a dirty wall,
C F Bb eating take-out by myself.
Gm C Gm I played the shows, got back
C in the van
Bb 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 like pathetic stars, the truck
C stops, and the rock club
Bb Bb walls I always knew. You saw them too...
F But you never will again
C Gm Bb It's too late. Ahh, don't you
F know
C Bb It's been too late, for a long time.
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Dm F Elliot man, you played a fine
Bb guitar
C 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 Nah, don't you know it's been too
Bb late for a long time. [BRIDGE]
Gm C F Bb Oh no, things were looking up,
Gm Bb least that's what I heard.
Gm C F Bb Oh no, someone came and washed
Gm A Dm away your hard-earned peace of mind. [INSTRUMENTAL]
F C Bb
Dm F Bb
Bb F Dm C
Dm F When desperate static beats the
Bb silence up,
C F Bb And quiet truth to calm you down,
Gm C Gm The songs you wrote, they got
C me through a lot,
Bb Just want to tell you that.
F C But it's too late, it's too
Bb laaaaaate.
F C Nah, don't you know it's been too
Bb late for a long time.
F It's too laaaaaate.
Bb It's too laaaaaate.
F C No, don't you know, it's been too
Bb late for a long time.
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Composición: Ben Folds

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