House Of The God Of War

Ghost Mice

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Tom:
C#m A G# Okay I might be full of hatred but I ain't no god of war
C#m A G# I will pack my bags when I can't take it anymore
A G# Let them come let their towers rise
A G# Let them choke our streets let them block out our skies
C#m G# A E I will be so far away, I'll go
C#m G# A E Looking for some greener home
C#m G# A E Dig a deep dark dreadful hole
A G# And throw my memories away
A G# And never will I ever come to visit their
C#m B A G# grave
C#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 land
C#m A G# I made a map of it on the back of my hand
A G# And the days were long and made of gold
A G# The nights held secrets newer to be told
C#m B A E Now the sun doesn't rise as high these days
C#m B A E And they burn witches at the stake
C#m B A E And when the last of the magic fades
A G# I will go, I will go again
A G# I'll find another home or I will die trying
C#m B A C#m And maybe it's just me I know
C#m B A C#m Maybe I just got too old
C#m B A C#m Maybe I refused to grow
A G# But the ghosts here can't be wrong
A G# They hear my laments and they always sing along
C#m G# A Things have got much worse
C#m G# A Greed's a gruesome curse
C#m G# A It's covering the earth
G# A You can lock yourself inside
G# A Or you can hide yourself in lies
G# A Or forget what came before
C#m G# A G# C#m Or start saying your prayer to the god of war!
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