Damone - Wasted years

From t^Dmhe coast of gold ^Facross the^G seven seas Im t^Dmravellin on f^Far and w^Gide But now it ^Fseems Im just a st^Dmranger to myself ^F And all the thin^Ggs I sometimes do It isnt me b^Fut someone else

I close^Dm my eyes a^Fnd th^Gink of home Anothe^Dmr city goes by i^Fn the^G night Aint it f^Funny how it is, You never m^Dmiss it til its gone away ^F And my h^Geart is lying there And will de ^Ftil my dying day

^FSo^Dm unde^Frst^Gand ^{F Dm} Dont waste ^Dmyour time always Sear^Gching for those^F wasted years

Too much ^Dmtime on my hands, ^FI got you o^Gn my mind Cant ^Dmeasy this pain ^Fso ea^Gsily When you cant f^Find the words to say Its ha^Dmrd to make it through another day^F And it just make^Gs me wanna cry And throw my h^Fands up to the sky

^FSo^Dm unde^Frst^Gand ^{F Dm} Dont wa^Dmste your time always Sear^Gching for those^F wasted years Fa^Fce ^Dmup... m^Fake your s^Gtand^{F Dm} And real^Dmise youre liv^Ging in the go^Flden year