For Broken Ears Chords by Chuck Ragan

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Where are the ones that carry the guns [B] to the faraway lands with the blackened suns
[C#m] from the smoke and narrow mines?
[A] The half-truth trails [E] and the holy lives of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, [B] a plastic
smile and a coward's frown.
[C#m] _ _ Repercussions come around [A] when the word name free [C#] burns to the ground somehow. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
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Where are the deaf and where are the dumb from the side of the tracks when reason comes
from [C#m] and the tables never bear?
[E] The water runs and [B] mama's always [E] there, so who _ separates the world from the start
where [B] such words would come and such thoughts would cause [C#m] a shod heard around the world?
[E] A justice that [Em] never heard at all, so down, down, down like a [B] ball of flames [A] to the rotten
core [C#m] filling up with names [A] of _ hypocrites, what a [C#m] massive list.
[E] Don't exclude [B] yourself from it, [Em] don't compromise administration _ [B] lies.
[A] _ Carried out and [C#m] covered up with time, [A] carried out and turned [C#m] around to shine [E] or hide on
a [A] pedestal of broken _
[E] _ _ _ lies. _ _ _
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[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
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_ Compassion speaks loud for itself, falls on [B] broken ears and off the value shelf [C#m] into the
dirt left to the wind. _
[A] Coming up strong, [B] ready to begin to [E] _ _ obliterate the world from the start where such ideas
come and such ideas cause [C#m] a spark that'll set her ablaze and [E] leave the embers red until
the end of days.
So down, down, down like a [B] ball of flames [A] to the rotten core [C#m] filling up with names [A] of
_ hypocrites, what [C#m] a massive list.
[E] _ Don't exclude [B] ourselves from it, [Em] don't _ compromise [B] administration lies.
[A] _ Carried out and [C#m] covered up with time, [A] carried out and turned [C#m] around to shine [E] or hide on
a [A] pedestal of broken _
[E] _ _ lies. _ _ _ _
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Where are the ones that carry the guns to the faraway lands with the blackened suns
[C#m] from the smoke and narrow mines?
[E] The half-truth trails and the holy lives of an empty heart and overflowing mouth.
A plastic smile and a coward's frown.
_ _ Repercussions [C#] come around when the word named free [B] burns to the ground [E] somehow. _ _ _ _
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