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1998 (Letra)

Banks

Banks Part. Chet Faker

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m not the reason you’re looking for redemption
You cut some swings and everything will fade away
You tried to use some physical connection
There’s nothing left for you to say
By the way

We used to be friends
We used to be in a circle
I don’t understand
What have I become to you?
Take my good word
Turn it backwards, turn your back on me
Is it absurd for me to hurt
When everything else is fading?

Just look at what you’ve done
Promised you’d scratch my back but you stabbed my back
And even if you were then your soul’d be black
Because of what you said

We used to be friends (we used to be friends)
You think you’re so in a circle (we used to be in a circle)
Like I don’t understand (I don’t understand)
It goes to my head, head

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Take my good word (oh)
(Yeah) turn it backwards
(Yeah) turn your back on me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Is it absurd for me to hurt (oh, yeah)
(Yeah) when everything else is fading? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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1998 (Letra)

Rancid

Rancid

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

White stones, queens 1974
Fathers talking shit
Motherfucker slam the door
Hittin’ the streets runnin’ can i take this any more?
In the reins of the trains i cuddle on the floor

Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping in the rain
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up
Rom innocence to misery
Oh if this is what you want not
The way of what they fucking say

Hangin out with sid yet again in the usa
Sidney sidney in the usa

Lower east side 1976
Who’s got the dope and
Who’s turning tricks?
Should i call a user all for a fix?
Rippen off some lady just to avoid from gettin’ sick

But a life runs low when you got no where to go
What the fuck happens to your soul when your low
Is he comin’ over is he comin’ home
Oh momma’s disappointed waiting by the phone

Yeah!!!

Hangin out with sid yet again in the usa
Sidney sidney in the usa

Same fuckin’ shit 1998
Lifting bait, and by the motherfuckers that he hates
Hit some fucking people by the kennedy strait
Who’s got the bag gonna seal his fate?

Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping here for free
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up for manifested misery
Well this is what you want
Not the way they fucking say

Hangin out with sid yet again in the usa
Sidney sidney in the usa