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I did my best to transcribe lyrics there was one part I couldn't make out
itBs too F#late for me G#mmy friendsE, onBce i gave rF#efuge to the nG#motion, even for aE moment, therBe was no turF#ning back to comG#mfort againE, only aB lifetimeF# of defeats, morG#me or less spEectacular, so, ill marBch on to your couF#rt dates, ill gaC#mther court dates of myE own, ill miss Bthe ones in priF#sons, and thC#me ones who never madeE it there,
The rest of the song is B F# G#m E the ones who said onward comrades to our death, with ruin on their breath, the weight of centuries on their tongues, (something) failed manifestos in their guns, as if defeat repeated often could someday mean we had won, our historys a vacant lot, littered with empty bank accounts, sobbing parents, broken bones, glorious songs, and lengthy prison terms, a handful of moments that were truly our own in between desperate gasping for air worth breathing, and times worth living