C#m A G# Okay I might be full of hatred but I ain't no god of warC#m A G# I will pack my bags when I can't take it anymoreA G# Let them come let their towers riseA G# Let them choke our streets let them block out our skiesC#m G# A E I will be so far away, I'll goC#m G# A E Looking for some greener homeC#m G# A E Dig a deep dark dreadful holeA G# And throw my memories awayA G# And never will I ever come to visit theirC#m B A G# graveC#m B A G#C#m B A G#C#m B A G#C#m A G# I was the young adventurer that found a secret landC#m A G# I made a map of it on the back of my handA G# And the days were long and made of goldA G# The nights held secrets newer to be toldC#m B A E Now the sun doesn't rise as high these daysC#m B A E And they burn witches at the stakeC#m B A E And when the last of the magic fadesA G# I will go, I will go againA G# I'll find another home or I will die tryingC#m B A C#m And maybe it's just me I knowC#m B A C#m Maybe I just got too oldC#m B A C#m Maybe I refused to growA G# But the ghosts here can't be wrongA G# They hear my laments and they always sing alongC#m G# A Things have got much worseC#m G# A Greed's a gruesome curseC#m G# A It's covering the earthG# A You can lock yourself insideG# A Or you can hide yourself in liesG# A Or forget what came beforeC#m G# A G# C#m Or start saying your prayer to the god of war!
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