The Dear Hunter

The Dear Hunter

The Haves Have Naught
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Verse 
      Ab             Fm      Ab           Fm 
Just look at that shopkeeper peddling his wares 
B              Cm              B       Cm 
Shouting his sales pitch, but nobody cares 
            Ab         Fm              Ab         Fm 
Don’t you wonder what keeps him there, day after day, 
B            Cm         B              Cm 
Begging for gold as his hair turns to gray? 

Interlude 
Bb Fm 


[Refrão]
Ebm Db B Blindly they’re bounding apace; Ebm Db B Starving for mercy in a merciless place Bbm Abm Eb Only a fool would make martyrs from heathens Bbm Abm Eb And find them so lively when they’re barely breathing Abm7 Eb Just barely breathing… Interlude Ab Fm Ab Fm B Cm Verse Ab Fm Ab Fm Just look at that toymaker grinding his gears B Cm B Cm Turning no profit but he doesn’t care Ab Fm Ab Fm He keeps smiles on faces and, day after day, B Cm B Cm The children keep sadness and suffering at bay Interlude Bb Fm
[Refrão]
Ebm Db B Blissfully bounding apace Ebm Db B Searching for mercy in a merciless place Bbm Abm Eb Only a monster makes fodder from saints Bbm Abm Eb And finds them so worthless when they’re full of grace Abm7 Eb So full of grace… Bridge B But what better use of hookers and thieves Db Bbm Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines that hum into life a harmony of industry Abm7 But what is the use of cutting them down; Abm7 To smother and choke the souls of our town? Eb I know there is another way… Duet {listen for the exact chord changes} B But, what is so wrong with giving them purpose? (Just how could you weed them out?) (Degrading them without a doubt) Db A man like yourself could give worth to the worthless (You’re bleeding them dry) Bbm Abm7 (They live and die like you and I…) Abm7 Without the guidance of rulers and tyrants (… and under your guidance; the hands of a tyrant) B Eb These people will just tear themselves apart (They’ll just tear themselves apart) Verse Ab Fm Ab Fm Just look at that charlatan steeped in deceit B Cm B Cm A threat to the young; to the old and the meek Ab Fm Ab Fm Don’t you wonder what made him so vicious; so sick B Cm So far out of balance; B Cm So cruel and so callous; B Cm So married to malice?

Enviado por: Felipe Firpo

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