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Tuning: E A D G B E
No Capo Verse 1:
AmYou held out Your Carms, I Gwalked aAmway FInsolCent, I sGpurned Your Amface AmSquandering the gCifts You Ggave to Amme And hFolding cClose forGbidden tAmhings FDestitCute, a Grebel sAmtill, a Ffool in Call my Gpride The Fworld I once enCjoyed is Gdeath to Amme No jFoy, no Ghope, no lAmife
Verse 2: Where now are the friends that I had bought Gone with every penny lost What hope could there be for such as I Sold out to a world of lies Oh, to see Your face again, it seems so distant now Could it be that You would take me back A servant in Your house Verse 3:
AmYou held out Your Carms, I Gsee them Amstill You Fnever lCeft, You Gnever Amwill AmRunning to embCrace me, Gnow I kAmnow Your Fcords of lCove will Galways hAmold FMercy’s rCobe, a rGing of gAmrace, such fFavor uCndeservGed FYou sing over Cme and GcelebraAmte F G |C Dm C| The rebel now Your child