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Unknown 2 (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

And things are dark but it’s bound too low
He gonna change then I don’t know
We tried the same everyday
But I be a little insane, you know!

Gonna try try to get inside
I’m not leaving on the 95
Don’t look around cause I’m not here
And Lisa, I don’t live on the earth

And friends at ease and I walk out
He said and I like Christmas trees
Were going nice give you that breeze
I’m going in the stars to meet
The people that get down on the floor
You know that I’ve been run thru that door
And I’m living in this city and tried to escape that
The life I have decided to live
Yes

Do you know what I am?
Riding on the line
I’ll take a list of your five
You’re fucking hell in my sight
And I’m going into brothers’ room
But now I’m leaving American
She said
He’s on his way
He’s on his way

Well you forgot that thing
I was only a child
But it’s okay here, back of my mind
Ever since the day you came alone
I’ve been writing songs

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Unknown 2 (Letra)

Beck

Beck

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Well if it ain’t your time to go
Then you’d better stay put for now
Cuz everybody’s gotta do their time until it’s time
And if it ain’t broken, then break it
And say you knew me way back when
We’re fools, we’re fools
And all rest were swine waiting to be defiled
Well i could hang up my shingle
Out by the side of the road
And try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind
Like a driftwood in the night
That was washed up by the light
Of the moon that bleached my bones
That sent me to the pile
Mustard in your smile
Land a hand on the radio dial
And the breezes of the season
Have blown us back to hell
It’s a stolen telephone
That i dialed blind and alone
Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul
Now the deserts are inflamed
And the bandages are the same
And the factories, casualties are looking for mangled joes(?)
And if it ain’t your time to go
Then you’d better stay put for now
Cuz anybody gotta put their hand
Upon the hand of the clock
Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt