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Your swords grown old and rusty,
Underneath the rising sun,
Its locked up like a trophy,
Foretting all the things its done,
All though its been a long time,
Youre right back where you started from,
I see it in your eyes,
Now youre giving up the gun.
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When I was 17,
I had wrists like steel,
And I felt complete,
And now my body fades,
Behind my brass charade,
And Im obsolete,
But if the change remains,
To see those better days,
I go to canons now,
My ears are blown to bits,
From all the rivalries,
Still I crave that sound,
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Your swords grown old and rusty,
Underneath the rising sun,
Its locked up like a trophy,
Foretting all the things its done,
And though its been a long time,
Youre right back where you started from,
I see it in your eyes,
Now youre giving up the gun,
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I heard you play guitar,
Down at a city bar,
With,
You talk,
In a garbage style,
Used to save the night,
You felt the coming wave,
don´t be brave,
You said you wouldnt flinch,
But in the years that passed,
Since I saw you last,
You havent moved an inch,
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Your swords grown old and rusty,
Underneath the rising sun,
Its locked up like a trophy,
Foretting all the things its done,
And though its been a long time,
Youre right back where you started from,
I see it in your eyes,
Now youre giving up the gun,
I see you shining your way,
Go on go on go on.