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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{Mim}{7:X02210} |
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\gtab{Si}{7:022100} |
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\gtab{La}{5:022100} |
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\gtab{Fa#m}{9:X02210} |
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\beginverse |
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He said, "\[Mim]Son, |
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Have you see the \[Si]world? |
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Well, what would you \[La]say |
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If I said that you \[Mim]could? |
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Just carry this \[La]gun |
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And you’ll even get \[Mim]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 \[Fa#m]war |
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Yeah that’s what I’\[La]ll be |
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And when I come \[Mim]home |
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They’ll be damn proud of \[Si]me |
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I’ll carry this \[Fa#m]flag |
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To the grave if I \[La]must |
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Because it’s flag that \[Mim]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 |
After Width: | Height: | Size: 7.1 KiB |
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