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1. FeAmw of the sins of the father are visited upon theC son,
heaGrts have been hard,
hands have been clenched into fists too Dlong.
Our sonsAm need never be soldiers, our daughters will nevCer need guns,
theGse are the years between,
these are the years that were hard foughtD and won.
Now, cAmontracts torn at the edges, old signatures staiCned with tears,
seGasons of war and grace,
they should not be forgotten yDears.
Still it Amaches like tetanus, it reeks of politics,
hoGw many dreams remain, this is a feeFling too strong to contain.
The hardeCst years, the darkest yAmears,
the roarFin' years, the fallen yGears.
C Am F These should not be forgotten yGears.
The hardeCst years, the wildest yAmears,
the despFerate and divided yGears
F(We Cwill remember), these Gshould not be forgottenG7 years. Am
2. Our shAmoreline was never invaded, our country was never iCn flames,
thGis is the calm we breathe,
this is the feeling to strong to conDtain.
Still itAm aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics,
sGignatures stained with tears.
WhoF can remember? We've got to remembGer !
+ CHORUS + Am ~ ~ + CHORUS
The blindCed years, the binded Amyears,
the despFerate and divided Gyears.
C Am F These should not be forgotten yeaGrs
RemembAmer ! C F G Am
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