The Forgotten Years (Acordes)

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  Am                                              C
   Few of the sins of the father are visited upon the son,
       G                                                      
    hearts have been hard,
                                            D
    hands have been clenched into fists too long.
            Am                                             C
    Our sons need never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns,
       G                                                          
    these are the years between,
                                             D
    these are the years that were hard fought and won.
          Am                                             C
    Now, contracts torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears,
      G
    seasons of war and grace,
                                  D
    they should not be forgotten years.    
 
             Am                                        
    Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics,
      G                                  F
    how many dreams remain, this is a feeling too strong to contain.
 
         C                      Am
The hardest years, the darkest years,
        F                      G
the roarin' years, the fallen years.
C - Am      F                               G
             These should not be forgotten years.
         C                      Am       
The hardest years, the wildest years,
        F                  G
the desperate and divided years
F - C                     G                      G7         - Am
(We will remember), these should not be forgotten years.

         Am                                                C
   Our shoreline was never invaded, our country was never in flames,
       G
     this is the calm we breathe,
                                        D
    this is the feeling to strong to contain.
 
            Am                                        
    Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics,
     G                                        
    signatures stained with tears.
       F                                 G
    Who can remember? We've got to remember !
 
+ CHORUS     + Am  ~ ~     + CHORUS
 
             C                    Am
    The blinded years, the binded years,
            F                 G
    the desperate and divided years.
C - Am     F                                 G
            These should not be forgotten years
          Am    C - F - G - Am
    Remember !