e|-0-------3-------0-------1-------|
B|-1-------3-------1-------1-------|
G|-0-------0-------2-------2-------|
D|-2-------0-------2-------3-------|
A|-3-------x-------0-------3-------|
E|---------3---------------1-------|
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| | C | F |
| | So tomorrow there will | be another number, |
| | C | F |
| | For the one who had a | name. |
| | C | F |
| | Desert winds and a | perverse desire to win, |
| | C | F |
| | History buried in | shame. |
| | C | G |
| | Are those beating drums, | celebration guns, |
| | Am | F |
| | The thunder and the laughter, | the last thing they remember? |
| | C | G |
| | Are those beating drums, | celebration guns, |
| | Am | F |
| | The thunder and the laughter, | the last thing they remember? |
| | C | F |
| | Then the next day, how | will you know your enemy? |
| | C | F |
| | By their colour or your | fear? |
| | C | F |
| | One by one you can | cage them in your freedom, |
| | C | F |
| | Make them all disap | pear. |
| | C | F |
| | Six hundred sixty-six | hundred sixty days, |
| | C | F |
| | Two guards for one un | charged |
| | C | F |
| | This morning's paper's | ink stains my fingers, |
| | C | F |
| | My hands grow darker every | day. |
| | C | G |
| | Are those beating drums, | celebration guns, |
