A
I’ve been running all my life
E
Like a chicken heading for the knife
Bm
Inside the farmer’s pen
D
Most of me was left behind
F#m
In school where I first learnt to write
Bm
With my father’s pen
A
Mighty was the sword I thrust
E
Until the words betrayed my trust
Bm
And secrets gave away
D
I was young and juvenile
F#m
Inferno hot and volatile
Bm
I had so much to say
D F#m Bm
And the children in the park are playing
D F#m Bm
Suspiciously they look to me Like headstones in a graveyard swaying
A
Sometimes it is hard to see
E
That all we have is what we need
Bm
I’m always wanting more
D
When you’re lost with no one else
F#m
It doesn’t help to find yourself
Bm
It helps to find the door
D F#m Bm
And the children in the graveyard are playing
D F#m Bm
And the headstones are silently waiting
A
History is littered with
E
Has-beens who have never lived
Bm
Do not look away
D
This could be your destiny
F#m
Unless you learn that you are free
Bm
And leave behind the chains
D F#m Bm
And the children in the graveyard are playing
D F#m Bm
And the headstones are the only thing staying…
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