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EmiD/F♯GAEmiD/F♯CGEmiD/F♯GAEmiD/F♯CGAmi7G/HCD
P:
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EmiD/F♯GAHmiCAmiFEmiD/F♯GACG♯miAmi7G/HCC♯mi7Hmi
S1:
I've got two strong arms Blessings of babylon Time to carry on and try For sins and false alarms So to America the brave Wise men save
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DEmiD/F♯GAEmiD/F♯CGEmiD/F♯GAEmiD/F♯CGAmi7G/HCDEmi
R1:
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you
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D/F♯GACHmiAmiFEmiD/F♯GAHmiCC♯mi7G♯miAmi7G/HCDEmi
S2:
I got plans for us Nights in the scullery And days instead of me I only know what to discuss Of for anything but light Wise men fighting over you
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D/F♯GAHmiCAmiFEmiD/F♯GAHmiCC♯mi7G♯miAmi7G/HC
S3:
It's not me you see Pieces of valentine And just a song of mine To keep from burning history Seasons of gasoline and gold Wise men fold
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DEmiD/F♯GAEmiD/F♯CGEmiD/F♯GAEmiD/F♯CGAmi7G/HCDF
R1:
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you
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B♭E♭A♭Gmi7CFF7Dsus4DGmiF/AB♭CC7/B♭A♭D♭B♭mi7A♭/CD♭E♭
B:
I got time to kill Sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours A blackbird sings on blue-bird hill Thanks to the calling of the wild Wise mens child
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FmiE♭/GA♭B♭FmiE♭/GD♭A♭FmiE♭A♭B♭E♭/GD♭FmiA♭B♭mi7A♭/CD♭
M:
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E♭FmiE♭/GA♭B♭FmiE♭/GD♭A♭FmiE♭/GA♭B♭FmiE♭/GD♭A♭B♭mi7A♭/CD♭
R2:
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight
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E♭FmiE♭/GA♭B♭FmiE♭/GD♭A♭FmiE♭/GA♭B♭FmiE♭/GD♭A♭B♭mi7A♭/CD♭E♭B♭mi7A♭/CD♭E♭B♭mi7A♭/CD♭E♭Fmi
R3:
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you x x No, he'll never, never fight over you