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The Singer (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

In a small café
On a crowded night
In a spot of light
Stands the singer,
And the band begins
And the beat is strong
And the room belongs
To the singer,
All the people turn to hear
The sad refrain
And catch the cry of pain
That’s in his song
But in his haunted face
And in his searching eyes
There’s sign that something’s wrong
Now the eager crowd
Hangs on every word
But the sounds are slurred by the singer
Till the people feel every aching part
Of the broke heart of the singer
Still the song goes on
About a love e knew
That seemed so sure and true
But turned out wrong
And from the tears he shows
Nobody really knows
Is he the singer or the song?
Is he the singer or the song?

As the sad song ends
He hits the final note
It catches in his throat
But comes out strong
And as he bows and goes
Nobody really knows
Was he the singer or the song?
Was he the singer or the song?

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The Singer (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

In a small café
On a crowded night
In a spot of light
Stands the singer,
And the band begins
And the beat is strong
And the room belongs
To the singer,
All the people turn to hear
The sad refrain
And catch the cry of pain
That’s in his song
But in his haunted face
And in his searching eyes
There’s sign that something’s wrong
Now the eager crowd
Hangs on every word
But the sounds are slurred by the singer
Till the people feel every aching part
Of the broke heart of the singer
Still the song goes on
About a love e knew
That seemed so sure and true
But turned out wrong
And from the tears he shows
Nobody really knows
Is he the singer or the song?
Is he the singer or the song?

As the sad song ends
He hits the final note
It catches in his throat
But comes out strong
And as he bows and goes
Nobody really knows
Was he the singer or the song?
Was he the singer or the song?

The Singer (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(cash, daniels)

As i walk these narrow streets
Where a million passin feet have trod before me
With my guitar in my hand
Suddenly i realize nobody knows me

Where yesterday the multitude
Screamed and cried my name out for a song
Today the streets are empty
And the crowds have all gone home

I pass a million houses
But there is no place that i belong
All i knew to give you
Was song after song after song

All the truths i tried to tell you
Were as distant to you as the moon
Born 200 years too late
And 200 years too soon

I’m a child of this age
Locked into the pages of your book
And when i am but dust and clay
And all the children stop to take a look

Will they marvel at the miracles i did perform
And the heights i did aspire
Or will they tear out the pages of the book
To light a fire

With the rain on my face
There is no place that i belong
Did you forget this fucking singer so soon?
And did you forget my song?