Master Of War chords by Ed Sheeran

• Capo on 4th

Standard Tuning

Intro: G Am x3  Am C G Am
Verse: Am G Am
End of Verse: Am C G Am


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Come you masters   of        war


 G         Am
You that build     the       big guns


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You that build the death planes

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You that build     all       the bombs


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You that hide     behind     walls


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You that hide     behind     desks


 Am          C       G        Am
I just want you  to   know I can see through your masks


 Am
You that never have done nothin'


 G         Am
But build to destroy


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You play with my world


 G         Am
Like it's your little toy


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You put a gun in my hands


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Then you hide from my eyes


 Am                C     G          Am
Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly


 Am
Like Judas of old

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You lie and deceive

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A world war can be won

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You want me to believe

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But I see through your eyes

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And I see through your brain

 Am               C       G          Am
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain


 Am
You that fasten all the triggers

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For the others to fire

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Then you sit back and watch

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As the death count gets higher

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You hide in your mansions

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While the young people's blood

 Am              C       G        Am
Flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud


 Am
You've thrown the worst fear

that can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
into the world
For threatening my baby
unborn and unnamed
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You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins


 Am
How much do I know

 G     Am
To talk out of turn

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You might say that I'm young

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You might say I'm unlearned

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But there's one thing I know

 G     Am
Though I'm younger than you

 Am                                      G             Am
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do


 Am
Let me ask you one question

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Is your money that good?

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Will it buy you forgiveness

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Do you think that it could?

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I think you will find

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When your death takes its toll

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All the money you made won't ever buy back your soul


 Am
And I hope that you die

 G     Am
And your death will come soon

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I'll follow your casket

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In the pale afternoon

 G     Am
And I'll watch while you're lowered

 Am
Down to your death-bed

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Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead