Capo: 3rd fret

C x 8
C G F C C x 2
C x 2

C     G           F            C       C
I was born in the northwest of England
      C          G           F         C        C
Where industrial shells like monuments stand
Am        G            F         C  
Crumbling tombs from a forgotten land
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The price for which progress was sold

C              G            F       F     F     F
There lies the truth so I'm told.


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If together you set out to conquer a mountain
C           G       F          C
   Pity the man who dares fall behind
            Am          G        F                C
It's on the trip to the top that temperaments are tested
     Am     G           F           C     C
It's on the decent that men tend to die

    C        G      F               C
Can you recognise a sin when you're sinning?
C          G                F                   C       
  Likewise tell that you're winning 'til you've won?
Am         G              F               C
Triumph is nothing if not shared with someone
     Am       G           F      F
Take mercy succumb to the cold

C              G            F       F     F     F
There lies the truth so I'm told


C         G         F        C       
Somewhere upon a godforsaken island
C            G    F          C       
  Craggy and damp fallen men lie
Am         G                F           C
For thirty years have their widows been weeping
Am            G          F      C        C
    Now their babies are waving goodbye

C        G       F          C       
Am I the man I believed I'd become?
      C         G             F         C       
Could I without question take sides for someone?
Am        G          F          C
Tie a bayonet to the end of the gun
    Am           G            F           F
And let them decorate me with gold?

C              G            F       F     F     F
There lies the truth so I'm told

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C             G        F          C       
Is there such thing as a proud surrender?
C         G       F             C       
   Is it ever the right time to run?
Am            G              F            C
What will you tell your sweetheart at the station
     Am         G            F           F
When her pretty waist you do hold?

C          G        F            C       
Have I the heart to love without limit?
C          G          F      C       
Have I the stomach to suffer unsure?
Am         G          F           C
Have I the nerve to believe for a lifetime
Am           G          F           F 
Fortune will favour the bold?

    C        G             F          C   
I'm tired of waiting to be pleasantly saved
     C        G           F            C       
From the purgatory my own recklessness made
Am           G              F       Am     Am
Some days I long in the distance to hear
  C        G              F      F  F  F
A jackboot crack down the road

C              G            F       F 
There lies the truth so I'm told
C              G            F       F 
There lies the truth so I'm told

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