Gang of Youths - Still unbeaten life
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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
F#
[Verse 1]
C#Lo and beFmhold my dA#moubt
Ball awF#ay like cC#old
Under gG#raceless lF#ight
C#Now and beFmfore I pA#mass
Like some oF#ld returning ghC#ost
LG#end to me your hallowed gazeF# tonight
[Instrumental]
C# Fm A#m F# C# G# F#
[Verse 2]
C#Pressed to the wFmakin’ wA#malls
Like some wF#ayward kC#ind
G#Summoned by some hF#ollow, wasted mind
C#Stark in my nFmaked pA#mose
With your aF#rms upon my sC#ides
LG#end to me your hallowed gazeF# tonight
[Verse 3]
I will not C#lie
I will not lFmoath
I will not wA#maste any days I have lF#eft in my soul
But I will stC#and
I will stG#and now in yourF# might
I will not crC#ash
I will not bFmurn
But I will A#mpay any debt to your hF#ands that I owe
For your stC#ill
Your stG#ill unbeatenF# life
[Instrumental]
C# Fm A#m F# C# G# F#
[Verse 4]
C#Now that I'm nFmought for A#mone
And my bF#lood is rC#ed
FlG#owing from the innerstate agF#ain
BrC#aved by your hFmeart’s resA#molve
And my bF#ody's endless tC#oil
G#Lead me in your hallowed swayF# to bed
C#Slow, sFmlight
CA#mlose and inspF#ired
You spark sC#ome great fG#ire
And hA#mang it from my coatless frame toF#night
[Verse 5]
I will not trC#ade, I will not tFmoil
I will not sA#mtray from this bed
I will not stF#ray from this soil
Until my bC#ones, my bG#ones lay with it F#all
I will not rC#aise forgotten fFmlags
But I will sA#mtep to the hill with your nF#ame in my cap
For your stC#ill, your stG#ill unbeatenF# life
Your sA#mtill, your sG#till unbeaten lF#ife
Your sA#mtill, your sG#till unbeaten lF#ife
[Verse 6]
RC#ise
Get up, I'll sing you to lA#mife
Let every breath in you dG#efy
Whatever’s pullin’ you to GF#od's own kingdom
And hC#ere's to sticking fingers in our eA#mars
They said we’d have a couple yG#ears
You're dead on paper, but heyF# we're still here
C# Flash the wicked bumps with killer A#mstares
Say "I'm not fighting you for aG#ir
Don’t call me dead, ‘cause F#hey, I’m still here"
C# Fight, like every breath in you's a stA#mrike
From some great fighter in the sG#ky
Oh, and breathe abundantly tonF#ight
DC#ance atop the grave that has your nA#mame
For what it's worth, I'll do the sG#ame
Oh, oh. oh, oh, F#oh