Givin up the gun - Vampire Weekend

Your swords grown old and rusty,

Underneath the rising sun,

Its locked up like a trophy,

Foretting all the things its done,

All though its been a long time,

You’re right back where you started from,

I see it in your eyes,

Now you’re giving up the gun.

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When I was 17,

I had wrists like steel,

And I felt complete,

And now my body fades,

Behind my brass charade,

And I’m obsolete,

But if the change remains,

To see those better days,

I go to canons now,

My ears are blown to bits,

From all the rivalries,

Still I crave that sound,

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Your swords grown old and rusty,

Underneath the rising sun,

Its locked up like a trophy,

Foretting all the things its done,

All though its been a long time,

You’re right back where you started from,

I see it in your eyes,

Now you’re giving up the gun.

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I heard you play guitar,

Down at a city bar,

With,

You talk,

In a garbage style,

Used to save the night,

You felt the coming wave,

don´t be brave,

You said you wouldn’t flinch,

But in the years that passed,

Since I saw you last,

You haven’t moved an inch,

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Your swords grown old and rusty,

Underneath the rising sun,

Its locked up like a trophy,

Foretting all the things its done,

And though its been a long time,

You’re right back where you started from,

I see it in your eyes,

Now you’re giving up the gun,

I see you shining your way,

Go on go on go on.