Riff 1:  (Abafando)
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B|-----------------------0-------------------------0--|
G|-----------0----------0--------------0----------0---|
D|----------2----------2--------------2----------2----|
A|-3-2-1-0-0--0-3-2-1-0----0-3-2-1-0-0--0-3-2-1-0-----|
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Verso 1:
The vans they come in convoys now, stealing through the dawn
Silent in the countryside in the hills up to the north
There's road blocks on the Meden bridge
There's click, click clicking on the phone
They're sealing off our villages, sealing off our homes

(Solo de baixo)

Her father crossed the battle lines in the first months of the war
She frowns down at the soup kitchen - she doesn't have a father anymore
It's cold in the early mornings, standing with your mates
Staring at the thick blue line armed and ready at the gates

Refrão:
E5                      A5                            B5
This ain't some tin-pot story arriving from a distant shore
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But our own sweet, green and pleasant land in 1984

Solo:
E|-7-7-7-7-7-7-7...-7-8-10-8-7---------------------------------------10-7----------7-8-7-----------|
B|----------------------------8-10----------------------------8-10--8------10-10-10-----10-8-7-----|
G|--------------------------------9--9-9-9--9-9-9h11--9-9-9-11----11-------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

Verso 2:
The servants of our great nation
Have lied in the name of us all
While the officers of peace and order
Are busy breaking every law
There's hundreds on trumped-up charges
Hundreds on the streets
The future of our villages
Sown with bitter seeds

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And hatred starts to rumble where there was no hate before
      A5                                     E5
In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984

Solo 2:
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D|-9-9-9-9-9-9-9...-9----------9--------9-10-9-----------------9----------9-------9-10-9-------------------|
A|-------------------10-9-10-12--9-10-12------12-10-12-10-9-----10-9-10-12-9-10-12------12-10-12-10-9------|
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E5               G5
Nobody wanted to see the blood
       A5                               G5
As the blue lights flash through in the night
             A5           G5
But all the words fell on deaf ears
            A5                G5
And now the blind frustration bites
    E5            G5        A5               G5
Two nations under one crown divided more and more

    A5                       G5
But our own sweet, green and pleasant land
    A5                   G5
Our own sweet, green and pleasant land
    A5                   G5
Our own sweet, green and pleasant land
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Our own sweet, green and pleasant land