Woven Hand - In The Temple Chords
Tempo:
135.7 bpm
Chords used:
C
Cm
Am
F
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[C]
[Am] [E]
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[Am] [C]
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[F]
[C] He's still in the storm of pride, wild from war.
[Am] [E]
[D]
[Am] [C]
[Am]
[C]
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[C] He's still in the storm of pride, wild from war.
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ He's still in the storm of pride, _ wild from war.
_ _ On the route to an answer back in his [Am] days, he has long gone [C] far.
From the fray, walking in the hills of south, _ what he looks like in the mirror.
_ _ _ He's dancing on the [F] rooftops, just to hear.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Just to hear you say, [G] this is not my home. _
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This is not my [C] home, I am not mine.
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ Still I have heard the whispers of the living creatures.
_ _ Of crystal _ mountain [F] bars, _ _ remorseless holy [C] creatures.
_ It is not [Gm] possible to [C] be, _ _ renewed again.
_ _ _ This is not what his love has done, [F] the lamb, the lamb, the son.
_ The lamb, the lamb, the son, in [G] his temple. _ _ _
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He [C] stands at the altar, _ _ _ _ _ blessed _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ be _ [C] _ each of my _ people.
_ _ _ [Eb] I [Dm] swear _ [Cm] by [C] my whole heart and my whole soul, _ _ [Cm] this is the way _
_ [C] I will die. _ _ _ _ _
The _ [Cm] blood [G] of the martyrs, _ [Cm] they [C] shall be my wages. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ To the upliftment _ _ of their _ _ _ possessions. _ _ _ _
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[Fm] Oh, what [Cm] pride, what _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ [C] _ humiliation. _ _ _
From the watchers' spoon, _ _ _ what shall they say? _
I saw from above there, _ _ a brook of it, _ [Cm] _ _
looking just like me. _ _
Looking just [C] like _ me. _
Oh, what a horror, _ _ _ _
[Cm] he made me.
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From the watchers' spoon, _ _ _ from the Lord of Day.
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From [C] the watchers' spoon. _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ He's still in the storm of pride, _ wild from war.
_ _ On the route to an answer back in his [Am] days, he has long gone [C] far.
From the fray, walking in the hills of south, _ what he looks like in the mirror.
_ _ _ He's dancing on the [F] rooftops, just to hear.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Just to hear you say, [G] this is not my home. _
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This is not my [C] home, I am not mine.
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ Still I have heard the whispers of the living creatures.
_ _ Of crystal _ mountain [F] bars, _ _ remorseless holy [C] creatures.
_ It is not [Gm] possible to [C] be, _ _ renewed again.
_ _ _ This is not what his love has done, [F] the lamb, the lamb, the son.
_ The lamb, the lamb, the son, in [G] his temple. _ _ _
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He [C] stands at the altar, _ _ _ _ _ blessed _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ be _ [C] _ each of my _ people.
_ _ _ [Eb] I [Dm] swear _ [Cm] by [C] my whole heart and my whole soul, _ _ [Cm] this is the way _
_ [C] I will die. _ _ _ _ _
The _ [Cm] blood [G] of the martyrs, _ [Cm] they [C] shall be my wages. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ To the upliftment _ _ of their _ _ _ possessions. _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
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[Fm] Oh, what [Cm] pride, what _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ [C] _ humiliation. _ _ _
From the watchers' spoon, _ _ _ what shall they say? _
I saw from above there, _ _ a brook of it, _ [Cm] _ _
looking just like me. _ _
Looking just [C] like _ me. _
Oh, what a horror, _ _ _ _
[Cm] he made me.
[C] _ _ _ _
From the watchers' spoon, _ _ _ from the Lord of Day.
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From [C] the watchers' spoon. _ _ _
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