Chords for The Who - I've Known No War

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And if I ever do, I want to know for sure, who'll be fighting who.
For the soldiers know me too.
[C] Now what was it soon as [D] the referee's gun [F] starts to roar?
[A] I don't [D] know what.
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[G] _ _ [A] _ _ [C] _ [D] Caprae took his plan [G] to break down the men [A] of the German army [C] defeated.
[D] On the 19th day of [G] the spring day in May, [A] Albert's spear [C] was deleted.
[G] And as soon as the battle [A] was over, [B] I was born in [C] Vickie's coma.
[D] And I've never been shot [E] at or gassed, never [F] tortured or [G] stabbed.
[A] And I'm sure.
[C] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [D] I don't know what.
_ _ [G] No.
I never [D] know what.
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_ [G] And if I ever do, the glimpse will be [D] shot from above in the sky.
[G] No frontline battle cries [C] can be heard as the [D] button is pushed by a [F] soul that's been born.
[A] I [D] don't know what.
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[G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _ [D] In an out of reach [G] war, the medals are [A] lost.
They belong to a [Am] lone broken sailor.
[D] His promises [G] now are those of the [A] town.
His songs and his [C] poems are failure.
[G] For his grandchildren [A] can't see the glory.
[Bm] And his own kids are [C] bored with the story.
[D] But for him, they're the [E] firm behind netting from the [F] brick they were [G] grabbed.
[A] And I'm sure.
[C] _ _ _ _ I'll [D] never know what.
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] I'll never know what.
_ _ [G] _ _ I [D] don't know what.
_ [G] And if I ever do, I won't know for [D] sure who will be fighting who.
[G] For the soldier's lonely too.
[C] Now offers that [D] soon as the referee's [F] thumb starts to roar.
[A] I [D] don't know what.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ What.
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_ _ _ [G] I'll [D] never know what.
And if [G] I ever know it, the glimpse will [D] be shot by the wall in the sky.
No [G] frontline battle cries [C] can be heard as [D] the button is pushed by [F] a soul that's been born.
_ [C] And the armies [D] remaining will judge what our people [F] are taught.
[C] And there's no point [D] pretending that knowing [F] will help us [A] above.
[D] I'll know no more.
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