====== The War Criminal Rises and Speaks ======

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The heart wants to [C]feel. The heart wants to [Em]hold.
The heart takes past [Am]Subway, past Stop and Shop,past Beal's, and calls it "coming [F]home."
The heart wants a [Dm]trail away from [G]"alone,"
so the heart turns a [Dm]sale into a [F]well-worn [G]milestone

?towards hard-won soft [C]furniture, fought-for fast [Em]food,
?defended end [Am]table that holds paperbacks and back U.S. [F]News.
?The mind turns an [Dm]itch into a [G]bruise,
?and the hands start to [Dm]twitch when they're feeling ill-[F]use[G]d.

?And you're almost [C]back now, you can see by the [Em]signs;
?from the bank you tell the [Am]temperature and then the time, and the billboard reads some [F]headlines.
?The head wants to [Dm]turn, to avert both its [G]eyes,
?but the mind wants to [Dm]learn of some truth that might be in[F]side reported [G]crimes.

?So they found a lieu[C]tenant who killed a village of [Em]kids.
?After finishing [Am]off the wives, he wiped off his knife and that's what he [F]did.
?And they're not claiming [Dm]that there's any excusing [G]it;
?that was thirty years [Dm]back, and they just get paid for the facts the [F]way they got them [G]in.

>Now he's rising and not [C]denying. His hands are shaking, but [Em]he's not crying.
>And he's saying "How [Am]did I climb out of a life so boring in[F]to that moment?
>Please [G]stop ignoring the [C]heart inside, oh you readers at [Em]home!
>While you gasp at my bloody [Am]crimes, please take the time to make your heart my [F]home:
>where I'm forgiven by [Dm]time, where I'm cushioned by [G]hope,
>where I'm numbed by long [Dm]drives, where I'm talked off or [F]dop[G]ed.

?Does the heart wants to a[C]tone? Oh, [Em]I believe that it's so,
?because if I could climb [Am]back through time, I'd restore their lives and then give back my [F]own:
?tens of times now its [Dm]size on a far distant [G]road
?in a far distant [Dm]time where every night I'm still crying, en[F]tirely a[G]lone."

>But the [F]news today always [G]fades away as you drive [Am]by,
>until at [F]dinnertime when you [C]look into her [G]eyes,
>lit by [F]evening sun - that, as [G]usual, comes from a[C]bove that straight, un[Am]broken line,
>[F]the hori[G]zon - its [F]ri[G]sing is a [C]gi[G]ve[Am]n,
>just like your [F]li[G]ving.

?Your heart's warm and [C]kind. Your mind is your [Em]own.
?Our blood-spattered [Am]criminal is inscrutable; don't worry, he [F]won't
?rise up behind your [Dm]eyes and take wild con[G]trol.
?He's not of this [Dm]time, he fell out of a [F]ho[G]le.

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