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[VERSE 1]
[B7]Jim Morrison, [E]Miami County [A]Prison,
lookin' out the [E]window at the [B7]barbed wire fence
Singing "[A]This ain't for m[E]e, this [A]rock and roll sc[E]ene.
I [A]should be writing [E]poetry on a f[B7]arm out in France.
"Cause I [A]can't see through the [E]darkness. [Fm]I can't feel no [E]pain.
Seems [A]you lose your [E]spark when you [Fm]achieve your [E]fame.
[A]I could start it all [E]over, I [Fm]could [E]escape.
If I could [A]only [E]make it to [B7]twenty [E]eight
If I could [A]only [E]make it to [B7]twenty [E]eight."

[VERSE 2]
[B7]Janis Joplin, [E]one foot in the co[A]ffin.
[A]Left that field a-[E]rockin' and she [B7]walked on out the door.
She put her [A]head in her [E]hands, she said "I've [A]given all I [E]can.
[A]I drain myself for these [E]fans. I ain't [B7]never been this dry before.
"But [A]Imma move out of this [E]Chelsea Hotel, stop [Fm]drinking all the [E]time.
Stop [A]blowin' Leonard [E]Cohen and [Fm]listening to him [E]whine.
Cause I [A]know I am [E]beautiful, I will [Fm]prove it some[E]day.
If I could [A]only [E]make it to [B7]twenty [E]eight.
If I could [A]only [E]make it to [B7]twenty [E]eight."

[VERSE 3]
And [B7]Kurt Cobain sat in his s[E]hed in the [A]rain,
[A]stomach full of [E]pain, eyes growin' [B7]dark.
He said "I'm [A]losing cont[E]rol. Ought to [A]move down to San F[E]rancisco,
light [A]candles at all of my [E]shows and [B7]switch to acoustic guitars.
"[A]Cause this [E]world don't need no more [Fm]tension and [E]hate.
Needs a [A]reason for these [E]kids to stand [Fm]up and [E]create.
And I could [A]pull this [E]trigger, or I could [Fm]just walk [E]away,
if I could [A]only [E]make it to [B7]twenty [E]eight.
If I could [A]only [E]make it to [B7]twenty [E]eight.
If I could [A]only [E]make it [B7] [E]
If I could [A]only [E]make it." [B7] [E]