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When I lay my old head down for the very last time
All my trophies of bronze and gold are no longer mine
If this is all I had and if this is all there is to me
I had nothing, nothing at all, I had nothing
My best shirt and my cleanest tie, dressed up in the grave
All the places that hold my wealth, all miles away
And if this is all I had and if this is all there is to me
I had nothing, nothing at all, I had nothing
More money than all my fingers slowly turn to dust
Every penny I held within them, nothing without love
When I have nothing here, I see my Makers face
I dream of what his words will be when I leave this place
Verse-CF
Chorus-GFGF
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Bridge-AmFDmG
AmFDmG/FG
© Chris Mundy 1997
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