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G    D      Em   Em
D    Dsus2  C    C

    G          D
The yellow sun
         Em            Em
Well, it took the hand
     D        Dsus2
Of a country boy
               C          C
To a city in a far-off land

   G           D
We made no mark
     Em        Em
No shadow at all
        D               Dsus2
On the ancient, holy streets
         C              C
Where I learned to crawl

     A      G         C     F
The broke    and the bruised
                  C
The young and the used
                 G
The sure and confused
     Em
All here

Chorus:
A
Words will land on me
       A/D
Then abandon me
F#m        E
Mangle, untangle me
D
Leave me on the floor
A
Rhymes, they sprang in me
        A/D
Summer sang in me
    F#m     E          Bm7
But summer sings in me no more

        G         D
Now I'm twenty-five
               Em         Em
And trying to stay alive
     D             Dsus2
In a corner of the world
              C              C
With no clear enemies to fight

     G         D
It's hot as hell
           Em              Em
We're like butter on toast
               D            Dsus2
But there's no army in this world
          C           C
That can fight a ghost

     A      G         C     F
The broke    and the bruised
                  C
The young and the used
                 G
The sure and confused
     Em
All here

Chorus:
A
Words will land on me
       A/D
Then abandon me
F#m        E
Mangle, untangle me
D
Leave me on the floor
A
Rhymes, they sprang in me
        A/D
Summer sang in me
    F#m     E          Bm7
But summer sings in me no more

                D7sus2
Listening to the cries
    Em7
Exchangings
     Fmaj7
The silence in the foreign ground
                 D7sus2
Listening to the thunder
     Em
The sky is strange
  G
Stretched over everyone
                 D7sus2
Listening to the tanks
    Em
The shots come
     Fmaj7
The noise from dusk till dawn
                  D7sus2
Listening to the calls
Em7           A
Shouts, frustration

   G         D
At twenty-one
       Em         Em
I was born a son
    D             Dsus2
And on that day I knew
         C     C
I could kill

     G            D
To protect the ones
       Em         Em
We put bullets in guns
    D          Dsus2
Or anything it takes
          C               C
To take a life until it's still

G    D      Em   Em
D    Dsus2  C    C