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AI’ve been running all my lifeELike a chicken heading for the knifeBmInside the farmer’s penDMost of me was left behindF#mIn school where I first learnt to writeBmWith my father’s penAMighty was the sword I thrustEUntil the words betrayed my trustBmAnd secrets gave awayDI was young and juvenileF#mInferno hot and volatileBmI had so much to sayDF#mBmAnd the children in the park are playingDF#mBmSuspiciously they look to me Like headstones in a graveyard swayingASometimes it is hard to seeEThat all we have is what we needBmI’m always wanting moreDWhen you’re lost with no one elseF#mIt doesn’t help to find yourselfBmIt helps to find the doorDF#mBmAnd the children in the graveyard are playingDF#mBmAnd the headstones are silently waitingAHistory is littered withEHas-beens who have never livedBmDo not look awayDThis could be your destinyF#mUnless you learn that you are freeBmAnd leave behind the chainsDF#mBmAnd the children in the graveyard are playingDF#mBmAnd the headstones are the only thing staying…
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