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BbmTheres a graveyard by the stG#ation Where the girls wF#ear nylon skirts and F#Sandals from Hungary BbmThe boys ride their Riga 1s G#Upon the little hill F#Such sadness and grief F#The trees die standing BbmThats where we made our trysts And stG#ruggled with our guns F#Would you still love me F#If the clocks could go backwards BbmThe girls would fill with blood and G#The grass would be green again F#Remember the dead F#They were so great some of them
F#Ya ya ya G#ya ya ya ya Bbmya ya ya F#Ya ya ya G#ya ya ya BbmHow does the grass grow Blood blood blood
F#Ya ya ya G#ya ya ya ya Bbmya ya ya F#Ya ya ya G#ya ya ya BbmHow does the grass grow Blood blood blood
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BbmBut I lived a blind life G#A white face in prison F#But you made a life out of nothing F#Now I ride my black horse BbmI miss you more G#Than youll ever ever know F#Waiting with my red eyes F#And my stone heart
F#Ya ya ya G#ya ya ya ya Bbmya ya ya F#Ya ya ya G#ya ya ya BbmHow does the grass grow Blood blood blood
F#Ya ya ya G#ya ya ya ya Bbmya ya ya F#Ya ya ya G#ya ya ya BbmWhere do the boys lie Mud mud mud BbmHow does the grass grow Blood blood blood
EI gaze in defeatG DAt the stars in the night EThe light in my lGife burnt aDway E G+ There will be no tomorrow F#Then you sigh Fin your sleep AAnd meaning rEeturns with theD day
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F#Ya ya ya G#ya ya ya ya Bbmya ya ya F#Ya ya ya G#ya ya ya BbmWhere do the boys lie Mud mud mud BbmHow does the grass grow Blood blood blood
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