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{title: Hero of war}
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{artist: Rise Against}
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{album: Appeal to reason}
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{cover: appeal-to-reason}
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{language: english}
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{columns: 2}
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{define: E base-fret 7 frets X 0 2 2 2 0}
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{define: G#m base-fret 4 frets 0 2 2 0 0 0}
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{define: A base-fret 5 frets 0 2 2 1 0 0}
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{define: C#m base-fret 4 frets X 0 2 2 1 0}
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{define: B base-fret 7 frets 0 2 2 1 0 0}
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He said, ``[E]Son
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Have you see the [G#m]world?
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Well, what would you [A]say
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If I said that you [E]could?
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Just carry this [A]gun
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And you'll even get [E]paid''
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I said, ``That sounds pretty [B]good''
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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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{start_of_chorus}
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A hero of [C#m]war
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Yeah that's what I'[A]ll be
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And when I come [E]home
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They'll be damn proud of [B]me
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I'll carry this [C#m]flag
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To the grave if I [A]must
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Because it's flag that [E]I love
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And a flag that I [B]trust
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{end_of_chorus}
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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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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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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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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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{start_of_chorus}
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A hero of war
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Is that what they 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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{end_of_chorus}
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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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