(intro) I've [Dm]lost a lot a in this game Another everyday face with no name I'm n[Gm]ot selling misery So would you stay around with me I kno[Dm]w that you are afraid The traces of war linger on my face But [Gm]I'm not selling misery Maybe some day I'll feel home again [Bb]Hold on, ho[Gm]ld on with [Dm]me What i[Bb]f we could ch[Gm]ange...