Tunnel Chords by Fauve

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[B] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Bm] _
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Amen.
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_ _ _ The
world is sometimes heartbroken [F#] by the [F#m] savagery of the [Bm] world.
We are [Em] heartbroken by the rise of new [Bm]
tyrannies,
the [C#] refinement of the old,
[Bm]
by lies,
the smell of smoke in the empty,
[F#] and the horror that weighs on [Bm] all our days.
_ [E] _ We are then [Bm] engulfed in a [C#] dark despair.
[Bm] We are afraid, we are angry,
_ and we are sad to be [F#] human.
We cry out [Bm] for a [Em] new birth,
or at least [Bm] admission by baptism
in [F#] a new brotherhood.
[Bm]
But we fear that we will not be able to obtain neither the union nor the freedom.
[F#] That the world refuses [Bm] to stop for us.
[Em] And that we can only leave [Bm] it,
in a moment,
[F#] to dive into a [Bm] doubt of eternity. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Our home itself [F#] seems hostile to us,
[Bm] as if all the establishment [E] that defined our [Bm]
identity
[C#] had turned against us.
[Bm]
We feel torn,
well broken into pieces.
[C#] We then understand [Bm] with terror that if we [E] cannot
sit down to [Bm] put together these pieces
[C#] and assemble [F#m] them again,
[Bm] we will go crazy. _ _
_ _ But sometimes a [Em] mysterious _ _ [D]
and [F#m] dazzling event happens,
that we contemplate [Bm] again
a long time later,
and with a marvel mixed with respect
that the sacred imposes. _
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