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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] C [Verse 1]
CSomeone told a story about a man who'd lived through Hell And stumbled, orDmphaned, to his home, to find the sFervants living Gwell And how they Cwelcomed him like family as they Cplotted out some deed To Dmkill him in his sleep and stay to Fsatisfy their Ggreed I thought of Fwho it is whose Abstory gets reCmembered in the end And through how Dmmany careful tellings does one Fpractice their deGfense Some Fnuances the naAbrrator seClectively omits Or Dmones collective memory is Fdestined to forGget
[Chorus]
Yeah, we make deFcisions that account for the worlds that we Clive in We make explaFnations that amount to the ones we enCvision It Fisn't just the horror of the Cway he killed those kids But the Dmway the tale was told explained aFway the deed he Gdid You know that Feverybody Abneeds a place to Clive
[Verse 2]
You show your Cwillfulness to ignorance with the Ccouncil that you give The testiDmmonial performances beFlie the lies you've Glived Another Cactor on the podium feels Cslighted by the way And abDmstractions been amended on some Fbroken, bygone Gdays Yeah but these Fpolitics have Abvictims, they get Cstuck there in the space Between the Dmweight of great ideals and the Fnarratives they Gshape It wasn't Fyou there with the Abhandgun, but your Cfax machine and pen Your Dmpersonal computer, and your Fbusiness Gacumen
[Chorus]
Appeal to a Fnotion that we all deserve what we can Creach for That what Fsits in your sight is a God-given right, yes In Cspite of the slights you can't Gspeak for Sees Ffairness as a function of the Crules that you can't bend Takes Dmaction over nothing but the Fnaked will to Gwin
[Outro] F Ab C