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	F	Bb	Gm	C
	This is where the	helicopters	came to take me	away

	F	Bb	Gm
	This is where the	children used to	play

	F	Bb	Gm	C
	This is only	half a mile	away from the	attack

	F	Bb	Gm
	This is where my	life changed in a	day

	C
	And then it changed back

Buried in the din of rotor noise and close explosions

I do my best to synthesize the sounds and my emotions

This is where the allies bombed the school,

They say by mistake

Here nobody takes me for a fool, just for a fake

Later at the hotel bar, the journalists are waiting

I hurry back to my guitar while they're commiserating

Chorus

	F	Bb	Gm	C
	And I'll be	leaving	soon

	F	Bb	Gm	C
	I'll be	leaving	soon

Verse 2

Just as soon as we were on the ground

We were back in the jet

Just another three day foreign tour we'd never forget

It's hard to sympathize with all this devastation

Hopping 'round from site to site like tourists on vacation

Bridge

	F	Eb	D	Am	C
	I	can't help	anyone cause ev	eryone's so	cold

	F	Eb	C#	C	F	D
	Ever	yone's so	skepti	cal of e	verything they're	told

	F	Bb	Gm	C
	And even I get	sick of	needing to be	sold

Verse 3

Though it's only half a month away, the media's gone

An entertaining scandel broke today, but I can't move on

I'm haunted by a story and I do my best to tell it

Can't even give this stuff away, why would I sell it?

Everybody's laughing, while at me they point a finger

A world that loves its irony must hate the protest singer

And here's the little fill they do between the chorus and the next

verse and at the end of the song (I think this is actually on a flute)

e------------------------------------------------------|
B------------------------------------------------------|
G---------10-10--------10-10--------10-10-12-10-12-9---|
D---10-12--------10-12--------10-12--------------------|
A------------------------------------------------------|
E------------------------------------------------------|

That's it.