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Do you know what’s worth fighting forWhen it’s not worth dying for?Does it take your breath awayAnd you feel yourself suffocating?Does the pain weigh out the pride?And you look for a place to hide?Did someone break your heart inside?You’re in ruins

One, twenty one gunsLay down your armsGive up the fightOne, twenty one gunsThrow up your arms into the sky,You and I

When you’re at the end of the roadAnd you lost all sense of controlAnd your thoughts have taken their tollWhen your mind breaks the spirit of your soulYour faith walks on broken glassAnd the hangover doesn’t passNothing’s ever built to lastYou’re in ruins

One, twenty one gunsLay down your armsGive up the fightOne, twenty one gunsThrow up your arms into the sky,You and I

Did you try to live on your ownWhen you burned down the house and home?Did you stand too close to the fire?Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone

When it’s time to live and let dieAnd you can’t get another trySomething inside this heart has diedYou’re in ruins

One, twenty one gunsLay down your armsGive up the fightOne, twenty one gunsThrow up your arms into the sky,

One, twenty one gunsLay down your armsGive up the fightOne, twenty one gunsThrow up your arms into the sky,You and I

21 guns està en Dm.

La seva estructura és: ABC – ABC – Solo – Interlude – AB’

Partitura i acords.

Tabs de baix.


Summer has come and passedThe innocent can never lastWake me up when September ends

Like my fathers come to passSeven years has gone so fastWake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain againFalling from the starsDrenched in my pain againBecoming who we are

As my memory restsBut never forgets what I lostWake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passedThe innocent can never lastWake me up when September ends

Ring out the bells againLike we did when spring beganWake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain againFalling from the starsDrenched in my pain againBecoming who we are

As my memory restsBut never forgets what I lostWake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passedThe innocent can never lastWake me up when September ends

Like my father’s come to passTwenty years has gone so fastWake me up when September endsWake me up when September endsWake me up when September ends

Wake me up està en G i utilitza un patró descendent de Riff a partir de G-G/F#-Em que és molt habitual.

Estructura i acords.


Do you have the time to listen to me whineAbout nothing and everything all at once?I am one of thoseMelodramatic foolsNeurotic to the boneNo doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creepsSometimes my mind plays tricks on meIt all keeps adding upI think I’m cracking upAm I just paranoidOr am I just stoned?
I went to a shrinkTo analyze my dreamsShe says it’s lack of sex that’s bringing me downI went to a whoreHe said my life’s a boreSo quit my whining ‘cause it’s bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creepsSometimes my mind plays tricks on meIt all keeps adding upI think I’m cracking upAm I just paranoid?Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grasping to controlSo I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creepsSometimes my mind plays tricks on meIt all keeps adding upI think I’m cracking upAm I just paranoid?Or am I just stoned?

Don’t wanna be an American idiotDon’t want a nation under the new mediaAnd can you hear the sound of hysteria?The subliminal mind-fuck America
Welcome to a new kind of tensionAll across the alien nationWhere everything isn’t meant to be okayIn television dreams of tomorrowWe’re not the ones who’re meant to followFor that’s enough to argue
Well, maybe I’m the faggot, AmericaI’m not a part of a redneck agendaNow everybody, do the propagandaAnd sing along to the age of paranoia
Welcome to a new kind of tensionAll across the alien nationWhere everything isn’t meant to be okayIn television dreams of tomorrowWe’re not the ones who’re meant to followFor that’s enough to argue
Don’t wanna be an American idiotOne nation controlled by the mediaInformation age of hysteriaIt’s calling out to idiot America
Welcome to a new kind of tensionAll across the alien nationWhere everything isn’t meant to be okayIn television dreams of tomorrowWe’re not the ones who’re meant to followFor that’s enough to argue