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Sick Of It All (Letra)

Blondie

Blondie

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Murder, murder
A ripe blood stain
Pulled the fucking trigger cause I’m sick of it all
Murder, murder
A ripe fucking hate
Pulled the fucking trigger cause I’m sick of it all

I went to school today with an oozi
There’s this kid, he teased me so I shot him in the face
All the world’s light won’t ease my pain
It won’t cease, I’m deseased, will you hang me please
I’m a nihilist, raised on violence
What do I do, I’m American youth
All my life I’ve lived in silence
I’m gonna snap, I’ll get you back

I’m a girl, I’m only thirteen
My body rots cause I won’t fucking eat
I’m a silent star on a B-roll
I’m a mirror fucking image of no control
Give me the award
I conquered food again
What else is better in life than to purge my pain
If I cut
I won’t look like that
If I cut, if I cut, I won’t feel like this shit

We are kids, we think life is a scam
We come from wasted land
We are kids, we play punk rock ‘n’ roll
If we didn’t we got no soul

We are different kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
They are our arteries
We are different kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
I am part of this

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Sick Of It All (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Are the sins getting staler
Does every moment move past you
Or does it feel like forever
And shouldn’t you be laughing too?
Take a look how they found you
Take a look what they’ve done to you now
What was it they wanted
Sullen and haunted?
If only you saw it coming
How far down would you fall
If you never came up again
‘cause you’re so sick of it all
And you want to change everything
Just how deep will you go
To see through it all?
If you could consume her
Would you say you were finding your way out?
Is anything coming clearer
Smashing your mirror?
Still you can see you’re guilty
Coming closer my composure turning
Inside out in her
Calling home all alone
You can call i won’t answer
Any question in my head
Remains until you feel the same
Never telling how i felt is all i ever cared about

Sick Of It All (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Music: simon & garfunkel lyrics: john popper

Well, my eyes are tired and my knees are weak
And so’s my soul, it’s been one hell of a week
Not much else could go wrong
But damn, this could make a great song

Well, she looks into my eyes and sees only a friend
And i’m looking back seeing my world at an end
Cause i’m sure that by now she must know
You know, this ain’t s bad as songs go

Well i try not to smile, and i try not to stare
And i try not to meet her eyes cause i know nothing’s there
It’s getting harder every day
But upon reflection, this song is okay

You see when i’m down with the blues
I try to put it to some good use
And if i could make something to play
Well, then something’s come of it anyway
So at least my songs are all right
At least at the end of the tunnel there’s some kind of light
And if all they do is give me something to write
As far as i’m concerned, my songs are all right
At least my songs are okay
At least they help make the pain the pain go away
And although i know i’ll cry myself to sleep tonight
As far as i’m concerned, my songs are all right
My songs are all right

Well, i’ve got to realize that love isn’t real
And all that stays with you is the pain that you feel
I don’t see where i could be wrong
So i might as well finish up this song

Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new
I’m one of the many, not one of the lucky few
I’ve got lots of lonely friends
I bet they wish that this song would end

You see when i’m down with the blues
I try to put it to some good use
And if i can make something to play
Well something’s come of it anyway
So at least my songs are all right
At least at the end of the tunnel there’s some kind of light
And if all they do is give me something to write
Well, as far as i’m concerned, my songs are all right
At least my songs are okay
At least they help make the pain go away
And even though i’ll cry myself to sleep tonight
Well, rest assured, my songs are all right
My songs are all right

Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new
I’m one of many, not one of the lucky few
I said i’m sick of loving her and i’m sick of telling you
I’m sick of being in pain, and i know what to do
She says we’re good friends, but she’s no friend of mine
I’m sick of being patient, and i’m sick of being kind
I’d love her in a big way but i know she don’t care
And i’m sick of finding out that life just ain’t that fair
I’m sick of being patient, and i’m sick of being kind
And i’m sick of these new thing that i’m trying to find
I’m sick of he loves her and i’m sick of she loves him
I’m sick of broken hearts and cold hearted whim
The list of what i’m sick of is so long
And finally
I’m getting sick of this song