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Tuning: E A D G B E
C#mFor whom the gun Atolls
C#mFor whom the B#mprey weeps
C#mBow before a Awar
C#mCall it reliB#mgion
F#mSome wounds never Dheal
F#mSome tears EneverB will
F#mDry for the Dunkind
F#mCry for manC#kind
C#mEven the deadA cry
C#m- Their only B#mcomfort
C#mKill your friend, I don't Acare
C#mOrchid kids, blinded B#mstare
F#mNeed to undeDrstand
F#mNo need to EforgiBve
F#mNo truth no seDnse F#mleft to be foC#llowed
C#m"Facing this unbearable fear like F#mmeeting an old friend"
G#m"Time to dieG#5, poor mates, You made me G#what I am!"
C#m"In this world of a million religions everyF#mone prays the same way"
G#m"Your praying is in G#5vain It'll all be G#over soon"
C#m"Father help me, save me a F#mplace by your side!"
G#m"There is no god OurG#5 creed is but for ourselves"
C#m"Not a hero unless you Edie Our F#mspecies eat the C#mwounded ones"
"Drunk with the blood of your victims
I Bdo feel your Apity-wanting C#mpain,
Lust for fame, a deadlyE game"
"Run away with your iF#mmpeccable kin!"
C#m"- Good wombs hath Bborne bad sG#ons..."
C#mCursing, God,A why?
C#mFalling for every B#mlie
C#mSurvivors' guAilt
C#mIn us foreveB#mrmore
F#m15 candles D
F#mRedeemers oEf thiBs world
F#mDwell in hypDocrisy:
F#m"How were we supposed to C#mknow?"
4 pink ones
9 blue ones
2 black ones