100 Years Ukulele tab

	  
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Intro 
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I believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth 
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I believe in love and the darker it gets, the more I do 
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Try and fill us with your hate and we will shine a light 
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And the days will become endless and never, and never turn to night 
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And never, and never turn to night 


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Then it's just too much 
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I cannot get you close enough 
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A hundred arms, a hundred years 
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You can always find me here 
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And, Lord, don't let me break this 
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Let me hold it lightly 
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Give me arms to pray with 
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Instead of ones that hold too tightly 

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We have no need to fight 
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We raise our voices and let our hearts take flight 
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Get higher than those planes can fly 
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Where the stars do not take sides 



F 
Then it's just too much 
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I cannot get you close enough 
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A hundred arms, a hundred years 
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You can always find me here 
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And, Lord, don't let me break this 
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Let me hold it lightly 
D 
Give me arms to pray with 
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Instead of ones that hold too tightly 


    F 
And then it's just too much 
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The streets, they still run with blood 
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A hundred arms, a hundred years 
D 
You can always find me here 
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And, Lord, don't let me break this 
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Let me hold it lightly 
D 
Give me arms to pray with 
D 
Instead of ones that hold too tightly 

  F 
I let him sleep and as he does 
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My held breath fills the room with love 
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Hurts in ways I can't describe 
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My heart bends and breaks so many, many times 
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And is born again with each sunrise 
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And is born again with each sunrise 

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( F  G  D ) 

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Funerals were held all over the city 
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The youth bleed in the square 
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And women raged as old men fumbled and cried 
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We're sorry, we thought you didn't care, oh 
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And how does it feel now you've scratched that itch? 
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How does it feel? 
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And pulled out all your stitches 
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Hubris is a bitch 

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A hundred arms, a hundred years 
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A hundred arms, a hundred years 


    F 
And then it's just too much 
    G 
The streets, they still run with blood 
D 
A hundred arms, a hundred years 
D 
You can always find me here 
     F 
And, Lord, don't let me break this 
G 
Let me hold it lightly 
D 
Give me arms to pray with 
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Instead of ones that hold too tightly 

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