I found him by the stage last night
He was breathing his last breath
A needle full heroin
Was all that he had left
"I can see you make the music
'Cause you carry a guitar
God help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star"
So play the chords of love, my friend
Play the chords of pain
If you want to keep your song,
Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame
...
Daniel Johnston
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