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\beginsong{Hero of War}[by=Rise Against,cov=appeal-to-reason]
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\cover
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\gtab{Mi}{7:X02220}
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\gtab{Sol#m}{4:022000}
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\gtab{La}{5:022100}
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\gtab{Do#m}{4:X02210}
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\gtab{Si}{7:022100}
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\beginverse
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He said, "\[Mi]Son,
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Have you see the \[Sol#m]world?
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Well, what would you \[La]say
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If I said that you \[Mi]could?
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Just carry this \[La]gun
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And you’ll even get \[Mi]paid."
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I said, "That sounds pretty \[Si]good."
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Black leather boots
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Spit-shined so bright
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They cut off my hair
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But it looked alright
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We marched and we sang
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We all became friends
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As we learned how to fight
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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A hero of \[Do#m]war
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Yeah that’s what I’\[La]ll be
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And when I come \[Mi]home
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They’ll be damn proud of \[Si]me
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I’ll carry this \[Do#m]flag
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To the grave if I \[La]must
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Because it’s flag that \[Mi]I love
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And a flag that I \[Si]trust
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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I kicked in the door
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I yelled my commands
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The children, they cried
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But I got my man
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We took him away
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A bag over his face
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From his family and his friends
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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They took off his clothes
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They pissed in his hands
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I told them to stop
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But then I joined in
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We beat him with guns
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And batons not just once
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But again and again
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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She walked
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through bullets and haze
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I asked her to stop
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I begged her to stay
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But she pressed on
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So I lifted my gun
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And I fired away
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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The shells
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jumped through the smoke
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And into the sand
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That the blood now had soaked
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She collapsed
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With a flag in her hand
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A flag white as snow
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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A hero of war
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Is that what the see
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Just medals and scars
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So damn proud of me
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And I brought home that flag
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Now it gathers dust
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But it’s a flag that I love
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It’s the only flag I trust
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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He said, “Son,
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have you seen the world?
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Well what would you say,
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if I said that you could?”
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\endverse
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\endsong
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