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You Say That The Battle Is Over

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                 C                                           F   C                                                     G 
And you say that the battle is o- ver, finally the war is all done

         C                                                       F                         C                                                                                 F 
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships or on ice floes where conscience is tossed
                                                                       C                                         G                                             C       F  C 
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die and we who must measure the loss
                 C                                           F   C                                                       G 
And you say that the battle is o- ver, finally the world is at peace
                                                                                                                                                             C 
You mean no one is dying and mothers don't weep, or it's not in the papers at least
                     C                                                     F                     C 
There are those who would deal in the darkness of life
                                                                                 F 
There are those who would tear down the sun
                                                             C 
And most men are ruthless but some will still weep
                   G                                             F           Dm  Am  G  Am  C 
When the gifts we were given are gone
                 C                                               F                   C                                                                     G 
For the blame cannot fall on the heads of a few, it's become such a part of the race
                                                                                                                                                               C         F 
It's eternally tragic that which is magic be killed at the end of the glorious chase
                                                                             F 
They will fall just like weeds in the wind
                                                                 C 
With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls
               G                                           F     G  Am  C  FEm  Dm 
What a hell of a race to call men
                 C                                           F         C                                           G 
And you say that the battle is over, finally the war is all done

         C                                                       F                         C                                                                                 F 
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships or on ice floes where conscience is tossed
                                                                       C                                         G                                             C       F 
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die and we who must measure the loss
                                                                       C                                         G                                             C       F  C 
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die and we who must measure the cost