Key: B minor
Verse 1
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There's nothing as cold as the freeze in your soul
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G
Am
at the moment when you are arrested.
G
There's nothing as real as the iron and steel
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Am
on the handcuffs when you protested.
C
E
You raced through the night in the prison of fright
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G
as you head for the quicksand of questions.
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G
And children unborn will see you in scorn
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G
Am
If ever you make a confession.
G
And the click of the lock is a shiver of shock
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G
Am
That belong to the cops and detectives.
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G
That you're in for more than a session
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G
Am
That they want to make a confession
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Am
As they steadily work to outguess you
D
And some will pretend they are really your friend,
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Am
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Am
who rally around to your rescue.
E
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G
your mind is divorced to give them the guilty impression.
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Am
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Am
fear to win the war of confession.
G
The lights shoot a glare like bullets they stare
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G
Am
and burn at the base of conviction.
And you squint and you blink and you try not
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Am
C
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Am
to think of the cobwebs of contradictions.
C
E
And your clothes will be wet with rivers of
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G
sweat that tells the tale of the tension.
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Am
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Am
As it counts the time of confession
The questions will rain
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Am
With the proper speed
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they are driven
The circles they pace and the
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Tells you no quarter is given
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Em
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And the crime is
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it's the rule of the law
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To always work for confession.
And the balance of scale
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Am
In the shadowy days of the trial,
And sometimes they die with
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When it's all too late for denial.
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Am
After all, he made a confession
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