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Ferramentas
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Verse:
I look out to the fields
Where blood is shed upon the ground
I breathe in I breathe out
Change the channel mute the sound
I take a match, a cigarette
and a walk to clear my head
Stomach seething at the thought
Of all those human beings dead
Chorus:
C Em G
Feels like I'm fiddilin' when Rome is
Em (G C Em)
burning down
C Em G
Should I put my fiddle down and rise up from
Em
the ground
C Em G
God give me strength to pray that you will set
Em
things right
C
Cuz I'm Paralyzed, I'm Paralyzed
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