AF#m
Your sword’s grown old and rusty
ED
Burnt beneath the rising sun
AF#m
It’s locked up like a trophy
ED
Forgetting all the things it’s done
(Verse )
A
When I was 17
F#m
I had wrists like steel
ED
And I felt complete
AF#m
Your sword’s grown old and rusty
ED
Burnt beneath the rising sun
AF#m
It’s locked up like a trophy
ED
Forgetting all the things it’s done
(Verse )
A
I heard you play guitar
F#m
Down at a seedy bar
ED
Where skinheads used to fight
AF#m
Your sword’s grown old and rusty
ED
Burnt beneath the rising sun
AF#m
It’s locked up like a trophy
ED
Forgetting all the things it’s done
AF#m
I see you shine in your way
ED
Go on, go on, go on
AF#m
Your sword’s grown old and rusty
ED
Burnt beneath the rising sun
AF#m
It’s locked up like a trophy
ED
Forgetting all the things it’s done
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