Your sword's grown old and rusty
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Burn beneath the rising sun
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Its locked up like a trophy
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Forgetting all the things it's done
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And though it's been a long time
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You're right back where you started from
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I see it in your eyes
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But now you're giving up the gun
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When I was 17
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I had wrists like steel
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And I felt complete
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And now my body fades
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Behind a brass charade
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And I'm obsolete
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But if the chance remains
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To see those better days
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I cut the canons down
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My ears are blown to bits
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From all the rifle hits
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But still I crave that sound
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Your sword's grown old and rusty
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Burn beneath the rising sun
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Its locked up like a trophy
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Forgetting all the things it's done
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And though it's been a long time
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You're right back where you started from
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I see it in your eyes
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But now you're giving up the gun
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I heard you play guitar
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Down at a seedy bar
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Where skinheads used to fight
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Your Tokugawa smile
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And your garbage style
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Used to save the night
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You felt the coming wave
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Told me we'd all be brave
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You said you wouldn't flinch
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But in the years that passed
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Since I saw you last
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You haven't moved an inch
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Your sword's grown old and rusty
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Burn beneath the rising sun
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Its locked up like a trophy
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Forgetting all the things it's done
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And though it's been a long time
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You're right back where you started from
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I see it in your eyes
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But now you're giving up the gun
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I see you shining your way
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go on, go on, go on
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Forgetting all the things its done
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All though its been a long time
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You¡¯re right back where you started from
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I see it in your eyes
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Now you¡¯re giving up the gun
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I see you shining your way
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Go on go on go on
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Giving Up The Gun
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Vampire Weekend |