[Dm]Sympathy just [G]doesn?t mean
That mu[Dm]ch to me[G]
[Dm]Compassion?s not
[A]The fashion in my[Dm] mind
[Dm]And if you?re looking for
[G]A shoulder to cry on
[Dm]Don?t turn your head m[G]y way
?cau[Dm]se I?d rather have
[A]My music any [Dm]day
[Dm]You and I are
[G]Masters of our de[Dm]stiny[G]
[Dm]We look for cons[A]olation all th[Dm]e time
Until we[Dm] find out things are n[G]ot
What they were [Dm]meant to be, o[G]h no
And if it[Dm] doesn?t suit ou[A]r mood
We?l[Dm]l call it crime
[Gm]Dedication?s not an obli[Dm]gation
Or a fi[A]gment of
Someone?s im[Dm]agination
It?s the o[Gm]nly way they say
To l[Dm]ive from day to day
To mak[A]e each passing way
A smal[Dm]l sensation
Dreams are the possession of
The simple man
Reality the fantasy of youth
But living is a problem that
Is common to us all
With love the only
Common road to truth
That mu[Dm]ch to me[G]
[Dm]Compassion?s not
[A]The fashion in my[Dm] mind
[Dm]And if you?re looking for
[G]A shoulder to cry on
[Dm]Don?t turn your head m[G]y way
?cau[Dm]se I?d rather have
[A]My music any [Dm]day
[Dm]You and I are
[G]Masters of our de[Dm]stiny[G]
[Dm]We look for cons[A]olation all th[Dm]e time
Until we[Dm] find out things are n[G]ot
What they were [Dm]meant to be, o[G]h no
And if it[Dm] doesn?t suit ou[A]r mood
We?l[Dm]l call it crime
[Gm]Dedication?s not an obli[Dm]gation
Or a fi[A]gment of
Someone?s im[Dm]agination
It?s the o[Gm]nly way they say
To l[Dm]ive from day to day
To mak[A]e each passing way
A smal[Dm]l sensation
Dreams are the possession of
The simple man
Reality the fantasy of youth
But living is a problem that
Is common to us all
With love the only
Common road to truth
