Risen Chords by Kmfdm

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_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[C#] _ _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _
[F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _ _ _
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_ _ [D] _ I'm [B] not _ [A] _
[Bm] _ _ _ [F#] convinced. _ _
[A] It's going strong.
[D] _ _ _
[E] It can't [F#] be wrong.
_ [B] _ _
_ _ _ What's good for you?
What's good for me?
_ After all, when I look in my mirror,
if you look, you gotta say I'm _ _ [F#] _ [C] _ [B] _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _ [F#] _ [C] _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ [C] _ [B] _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _ _ [Cm] _ [B] _
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true.
Say I'm true, if you do,
and soon [D] if you don't,
[B] you'll see for a [A] [Bm] moment before [D] it's gone.
[F#] The old baby [A] goes on, _ _
[D] _ and ends up [E] _ _ [F#] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ making the crack.
_ _ _ _ Late one morning,
_ _ _ asked for a dance,
one step back, and two steps ahead.
_ _ _ Only asks to set the game _ right.
But when it's turned on your brain, _ right,
the father's scared that he'll never go _
_ _ _ to the eye of the storm, right. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [F#] _ [B] _ _
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Raise the flag,
carry [D] the [B] flame,
the morning brings shame,
the morning brings [D] shame,
[F#] the king is dead.
[A] Look where the _
[D] they have [E] riders
are [F#] rising.
[B] The folks have
a minute to die.
And we [Bm] leave for rock and [B] roll.
We can go and run.
Just be [D] calm for a moment or [F#] two.
Wake up, _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#m] it's [B] big.
Right.
_ _ Ask to set the game _ right.
But when it's turned on your brain, right,
the father's scared that he'll never go, _ right,
to the eye of the storm, right. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Tell them that they don't have to fight.
All guns are blazing.
The dramatic attack.
Strong and rigid.
Cold and vivid.
The news.
The ego has _
_ _ [Bm] _ [C#] left.
The trust [E] has killed [Bm] you.
The [G] list [B] of opinions [Em] to rape [A] you.
The [G] guns unseen.
[F#] The _ _ _
[Bm] glory of pain justifies the [B] meek.
Rise _ from the ashes and decay, right.
_ From the prison of your grave, right. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And to the [C] eye of the [B] storm, right.
From the ashes and decay, _ _ right.
From the prison of your grave, right.
_ The father's scared that he'll never go, _ right.
[F] To the [B] eye of the storm, right. _ _ _ _ _
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[B] _ _ [Bm] Rents!
[C#] _ _ [Em] _ _
[G] _ _ Rents!
[B] _ _ [Em] _ _
[B] _ _ Rents!
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[Bm] _ _ Rents!
[B] _ _ [F#m] _ _
[E] _ _ [Bm] Rents!
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [B] Rents! _ _ _ _
_ _ Rents! _ _ _ _
_ Rents! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Rents! _ _ _ _
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[C#] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _