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Run Of The Mill (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Everyone has choice
When to and not to raise their voices
It’s you that decides
Which way will you turn
While feeling that our love’s not your concern
It’s you that decides

No one around you
Will carry the blame for you
No one around you
Will love you today and throw it all away
Tomorrow when you rise
Another day for you to realize me
Or send me down again

As the days stand up on end
You’ve got me wondering how i lost your friendship
But i see it in your eyes

Though i’m beside you
I can’t carry the lame for you
I may decide to
Get out with your blessing
Where i’ll carry on guessing

How high will you leap
Will you make enough for you to reap it?
Only you’ll arrive
At your own made end
With no one but yourself to be offended
It’s you that decides

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Run Of The Mill (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

What have you achieved now you’re old
Did you fulfill ambition, do as you were told
Or are you still doing the same this year
Should I give sorrow, or turn ‘round and sneer

I know that the prospects weren’t all that good
But they improved, and I’d have thought that you could
Have strived for that something we all have deep inside
Not let it vanish, along with your pride

Now with the aid of your new walking stick
You hobble along through society thick
And look mesmerized by the face of it all
You keep to the gutter in case you fall

I can’t go on
I can’t go on
I can’t go on
I can’t go on

I, I, I, I…

Run Of The Mill (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

What have you achieved now you’re old
Did you fulfill ambition, do as you were told
Or are you still doing the same this year
Should i give sorrow, or turn ‘round and sneer

I know that the prospects weren’t all that good
But they improved, and i’d have thought that you could
Have strived for that something we all have deep inside
Not let it vanish, along with your pride

Now with the aid of your new walking stick
You hobble along through society thick
And look mesmerized by the face of it all
You keep to the gutter in case you fall

I can’t go on
I can’t go on
I can’t go on
I can’t go on

I, i, i, i…