Misc Your Songs - Alana brezenski - faded dreams

^CI headed out to Nasheville, couldn't wait to ^Emturn 18 ^CI took a swing for the fence but landed somewher^Eme in between ^AmI never made the majors but I still play the g^Emame ^AmEvery concert ticket I buy brings about more^Em pain ^CI work the bars and weddings, nearl^Emy everyday ^CDoing nails at a beauty salon, just to mak^Eme my pay

^CI am my story, would you ^Emtake a second look ^AmYou put me in your chapter, ju^Cst to sell your bo^Emok ^{E Am Am}You sing my songs, to ^Cincrease your fame ^EEvery time your record plays, it just ^Amerases my name ^AmI sell my soul, ^Cpieces at a time ^EI've got bills to pay or I'd keep them all as^Am mine

^CIn my high school yearbook they wrote ^Emmost likely to succeed ^Am6 months of rent saved, I^C moved out to T^Emennessee ^CFrom living room to r^Emadio is harder than it seems ^AmCountless demo tracks I've sent and they^C're yet to discover ^Emme ^CI finally sold my songs just to^Em make ends meet ^AmI can't go back to Greenville w^Cithout admitting the d^Emefeat.

^CI am my story, would you ^Emtake a second look ^AmYou put me in your chapter, ju^Cst to sell your bo^Emok ^{E Am Am}You sing my songs, to ^Cincrease your fame ^EEvery time your record plays, it just ^Amerases my name ^AmI sell my soul, ^Cpieces at a time ^EI've got bills to pay or I'd keep them all as ^Ammine