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4 = blow hole 4-4 = draw hole 4’ = bend< = slide in
Do you kn-ow wh-at's worth figh-ting for?
When it's n-ot wo-rth d-y-ing for?
Does it ta-ke your brea-th a-way,
and you fe-e-l your-self suf-fo-ca-ting?
Does the pa-in wie-gh o-ut the pride?
And you lo-ok for a place to hide?
Did some-on-e break your heart in-side?
You're in ru-i-ns.
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Lay down your ar-ms,
give up the fi-g-ht.
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Throw up your ar-ms,
in-to the s--k--y,
you and I-----.
Do you know what’s worth fight-ing for?
When it’s not worth dy-ing for?
Does it take your breath a-way,
and you feel your-self suf-fo-cat-ing?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did some-one break your heart in-side?
You’re in ru-ins.
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Lay down your arms,
give up the fight.
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Throw up your arms,
in-to the sky, you and I.
When you’re at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of con-trol
And your thoughts have tak-en their toll
When your mind breaks the spir-it of your soul
Your faith walks on bro-ken glass
And the hang-ov-er does-n’t pass
Noth-ing’s ev-er built to last
You’re in ru-ins
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Lay down your arms,
give up the fight.
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Throw up your arms,
in-to the sky, you and I.
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Lay down your arms,
give up the fight.
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Throw up your arms,
in-to the sky, you and I.
When you’re at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of con-trol
And your thoughts have tak-en their toll
When your mind breaks the spir-it of your soul
Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home
Did you stand too close to the fi-re
Like a li-ar look-ing for for-give-ness
From a stone
When it’s time to live and let die
And you can’t get an-oth-er try
Some-thing in-side this heart has died
You’re in ru-ins
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Lay down your arms,
give up the fight.
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Throw up your arms,
in-to the sky, you and I.
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Lay down your arms,
give up the fight.
One, twen-ty-one guns.
Throw up your arms,
in-to the sky, you and I.