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Turned Out (Letra)

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Your eyes they wanna cry for me
Don’t make me wanna die for you
Your arms that wanna wrap around me
Don’t make me wanna hang around you
And it’s no wonder anymore
That i don’t wonder anymore
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

I’ve been turned out
I’ve been turned out
I’ve been turned out
I’ve been turned out

I’ve been turned out
I’ve been turned out
You tell me you’re my friend
You say i know you
I’ll trust you just as far
As i can throw you
Now i don’t know you
I know my enemies
They show themselves to me with honest eyes
They hate my guts but at least it’s the truth
I’ll trust them just as far as i can throw them off a roof
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’ve been turned out
I’ve been turned out
I’ve been turned out
I’ve been turned out

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah i’m no stranger to kindness
I never missed the fist that kissed my face
I’m no stranger to cheapness
I never came to love the push and shove
Steel, glass-eyes cities crack dirty smiles when they see me
Open their filthy arms to greet me
I don’t know if they wanna kiss or kill me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah i’ve been turned out
I’ve been turned out
I’ve been turned out
I’ve been turned out

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s right, that’s
Right, yeah, that’s right, yeah, that’s right, that’s right, yeah, thats’s
Right, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i’ve
Turned out, i’ve turned out, i’ve turned, turned out, turned out, turned out,
Turned out, out, out out, turned out, i’ve been turned out
Yeah!!!!!!

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Turned Out (Letra)

Helmet

Helmet

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Come off crisp and play up to the cynic
Clean and schooled right down to the minute
You need to hear that your life is rough
Speaking out and cold that you’ve had enough

You know how to live and your heart’s gone ‘bi’
Substance rush giving art a try
Your righteous squat’s been burned to the ground
Pass the buck
Never utter a sound

High times, Hard time
Downtown Julie Brown

You turned out
Wasted time
Need escape me
Missed it, right?
You turned out
Take my time
Give it to you
Get out