Intro: F# A (4x)
F# A
Rain
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Like tin angels falling
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Down
F# A
Like a mission and we're
F# A
Halfway there
F#
From some old dried up
A F# A
Fried forgotten town
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Why
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Won't they let us be
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Ourselves
F# A
With our potential we
F# A
Could tow the line
F#
And show the bastards up
A F#
With our divine
C F# C F# C F# C
Light!
Middle part:
F# E A G F# E
See them running heading
A G F# E A G F#
howeward to Seattle
#Verse 2:
Seize
All the records from the
Past
Hold for ransom all the
Artifacts
This ragged town protects
Them to the last
With lies lies
Verse 3:
Deem
All the liars in your tribe
be the fires on the
Western side
of some old front we call
the war of art
Verse 1 again with the last two lines repeated three times