Ed Sheeran - Masters of war
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	Capo: 4
the other version of this song is close, but this one is more accurate...
Capo 4
Intro: Am G7 x3  Am C G7 Am
		G7Come you masters   of        war     Am             G7  
G7You that build     the       big gunsAm             G7  
G7You that build the death planes   Am             G7  
G7You that build     all       the bombAms            G7  
G7You that hide     behind     walls   Am             G7  
G7You that hide     behind     desks   Am  
AmI just want yoCu  tG7o   know AmI can see through your masks
G7You that never have done nothin'     Am             G7  
G7but build to destroy                 Am             G7  
G7You play with my world               Am             G7  
G7like it's your little toy            Am             G7  
G7You put a gun in my hands            Am             G7  
G7then you hide from my eyes           Am  
AmThen you turn Cand G7run farthAmer when the fast bullets fly
G7Like Judas of old                    Am             G7  
you lie and deceive
A world war can be won
you want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
and I see through your brain
AmLike I see thrCoughG7 the wateAmr that runs down my drain
G7You that fasten all the triggers     Am             G7  
for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
as the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansions
while the young people's blood
AmFlows out of tCheirG7 bodies aAmnd gets buried in the mud
G7You've thrown the worst fear         Am             G7  
that can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
into the world
For threatening my baby
unborn and unnamed
AmYou ain't wortCh the blood that runs in yourG7 veins   Am  
G7How much do I know                   Am             G7  
to talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
though I'm younger than you
AmEven Jesus wouCld never forgive what you G7do       Am  
Let me ask you one question
is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
when your death takes its toll
AmAll the money you made won'tC ever buy back yourG7 soul    Am  
G7And I hope that you die              Am             G7  
and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your death-bed
AmThen I'll stand over your grave till CI'm sure that you're dG7ead             Am  
