Don Henley - The cost of living

^GSome folks don’t like working hard, some folks^Cmaj7 don’t like ^Grain ^GSome folks love to tell you all a^Dsus4bout their aches and pa^Dins ^GMe, I take the hand I’m dealt, and I play it ^G/Bas it l^Cays It’s the cost of l^Giving^D, and everyone p^Gays ^{Cmaj7 D}

^GYou can live in memories of all your ^Cmaj7golden yesterda^Gys ^GOr spend your whole life g^G/Brieving for the^Dsus4 one that got a^Dway ^GCommon sense says let her go, but your heart ^G/Bdisobe^Cys It’s the cost of li^Gving^D, and everyone p^Gays ^G/A

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^CBlue shadows falling all aro^Gund me^G/F#, s^Emtill I don’t regr^Aet a single d^Day [Instrumental] G G7 G7/B C G D G

^GI look in the mirror now, I see the t^Cmaj7ime can ^Gbe unkind ^GBut I know every wrinkle, an^Dsus4d I earned every l^Dine ^GSo wear it like a royal crown, when you get ^G/Bold and g^Crey It’s the cost of li^Gving,^D and everyone p^Gays ^G/A

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^{G/B C}It’s the cost of li^Gving,^D and everyone^Cmaj7 pays ^{G Cmaj7 D G}