Em
Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Gm
Constant chill deep Nc inside
Em
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
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On the fight, for they are right, yes, by whos to say?
Em
For a hill men would kill, why? they do not know
Gm
Suffered wounds test there their Ncpride
Em
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gm C Am
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
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For whom the bell tolls
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Time Bb marches on
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For whom the Bell tolls