100 Years

[Intro]

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D
I believe in you and in our hearts 
we know the truth
D
I believe in love and the darker it 
gets, the more I do
D
Try and fill us with your hate and 
we will shine a light
D
And the days will become endless and
 never, and never turn to night
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And never, and never turn to night
 G


[Estribillo]

F
Then it's just too much
  G
I cannot get you close enough
D
A hundred arms, a hundred years
D
You can always find me here
     F
And, Lord, don't let me break this
G
Let me hold it lightly
D
Give me arms to pray with
D
Instead of ones that hold too 
tightly

D
We have no need to fight
D
We raise our voices and let our 
hearts take flight
D
Get higher than those planes can fly
D
Where the stars do not take sides

[Estribillo]

F
Then it's just too much
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  G
I cannot get you close enough
D
A hundred arms, a hundred years
D
You can always find me here
     F
And, Lord, don't let me break this
G
Let me hold it lightly
D
Give me arms to pray with
D
Instead of ones that hold too 
tightly

[Estribillo]

    F
And then it's just too much
    G
The streets, they still run with 
blood
D
A hundred arms, a hundred years
D
You can always find me here
     F
And, Lord, don't let me break this
G
Let me hold it lightly
D
Give me arms to pray with
D
Instead of ones that hold too 
tightly

  F
I let him sleep and as he does
   G
My held breath fills the room with 
love
D
Hurts in ways I can't describe
         G
My heart bends and breaks so many, 
many times
       G                    D
And is born again with each sunrise
       G                    F
And is born again with each sunrise

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Funerals were held all over the city
          D
The youth bleed in the square
          F                        
And women raged as old men fumbled 
          G
and cried
       D
We're sorry, we thought you didn't 
care, oh
    F                          
And how does it feel now you've 
 G
scratched that itch?
D
How does it feel?
    F                            G
And pulled out all your stitches
D
Hubris is a bitch

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A hundred arms, a hundred years
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A hundred arms, a hundred years

[Estribillo]

    F
And then it's just too much
    G
The streets, they still run with 
blood
D
A hundred arms, a hundred years
D
You can always find me here
     F
And, Lord, don't let me break this
G
Let me hold it lightly
D
Give me arms to pray with
D
Instead of ones that hold too 
tightly

( F  G  Dm )