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Verse: I look out to the fields Where blood is shed upon the ground I breathe in I breathe out Change the channel mute the sound I take a match, a cigarette and a walk to clear my head Stomach seething at the thought Of all those human beings dead Chorus: C Em G Feels like I'm fiddilin' when Rome is Em (G C Em) burning down C Em G Should I put my fiddle down and rise up from Em the ground C Em G God give me strength to pray that you will set Em things right C Cuz I'm Paralyzed, I'm Paralyzed
Written by Matthew Preston Slocum
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