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Intro: Am
verse 1
Am
Lurking, he knows your face
C
He waits and bides his time
F
Mind clocks your every move
Em
'Till you step out of line
Am
Stalking streets by night
C
Pushing guns by day
F
He knows it isn't right
Em
But he wants to make his name
Dm Em
He's working harder
Dm E
Gotta make another, make another martyr
Am
Hide your eyes, they're moving closer
Am
But you know you're not allowed to look them in the face
Am
Hide your eyes, cos' you're the loser
Am
Before you even start to run you've lost the race
verse 3
Am
You'll never know the place
C
Until your time has come
F
It'll be a sunny day
Em
Until his work is done
Am
Doesn't care what pain you feel
C
Can't see your mother's tears
F
As she counts the cost of the life that's lost
Em
And twenty wasted years
Dm Em
He thinks he's smarter
Dm E
Gone and made another, made another martyr
Am
Hide your eyes, they're moving closer
Am
But you know you're not allowed to look them in the face
Am
Hide your eyes, cos' you're the loser
Am
Before you even start to run you've lost the race
Bridge
rest while drums play then
Am C F Am
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh
Dm Em
He's working harder
Dm E
Gotta make another, make another martyr
Am
Hide your eyes, they're moving closer
Am
But you know you're not allowed to look them in the face
Am
Hide your eyes, cos' you're the loser
Am
Before you even start to run you've lost the race
Am
Hide your eyes, they're moving closer
Am
But you know you're not allowed to look them in the face
Am
Hide your eyes, cos' you're the loser
Am
Before you even start to run you've lost the race
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