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Swift and sharp

A light in the dark
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Formed singularly

Was I to be


C
From wood and steel

To haft, to heel
    Em
And through the fire

Was their desire


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Those hands
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The hands that made me what I am
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And I am
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An instrument to them

Oooh


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And I, pristine

And glistening
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Am given forth

And carried north


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Where rivals stand

Awaiting commands
     Em
And cold am I

Held tightly by


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Those hands
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The hands that made me what I am
      Dm
And I am
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An instrument to them

Ooooh


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Drums shake the ground

The cries resound
    Dm
Off hill and helm 


    Em
And so did I

Let forth a cry
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When overwhelmed


     Em
With kin and clone

Of steel and stone
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And Oak and elm


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Were set to task
    Em
And I’m to ask
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Is this my realm?


C
Swift and sharp

A light in the dark
        Em
Formed singularly

Was I to be


     C
This tool of pain

Or do I contain
    Em
The capacity

For beauty


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By Those hands
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Those hands will make me what I am
      Dm
And I am
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An instrument to them