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Make War (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Nobody else can risk fucking with their name
So I’ll come out and lay waste to good taste for you babe
Hate comes easy
But with you I come hard
Happy anniversary from the bottom of my credit card
Who was that inside you that made me feel so cock strong ?
I wish the truth could do to you what your Snapchat put me through

Woman, I make war to you
If you give a fuck enough, you’ll make war too
God damn, is this routine to you?
Woman

I’m so bored of digging your trenches
When all this time it was for your affection that’s a lesson
Sometimes you gotta leave that god damn thing right where you lost it
I don’t dig up the living corpses of scene whore kids; I just court them

Woman, I make war to you
If you give a fuck enough, you’ll make war too
God damn is this routine to you?
Woman

Who was that inside you that made me feel so gone?
From your smile to your core, all I see is love gore
From your smile to your core, get off the bed and out the door
All I see, all I see is love gore
From your smile to your core, get off the bed and out the door
All I see, all I see is love gore

Woman, I make war to you
If you give a fuck enough
You’ll make war too

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Make War (Letra)

Bright Eyes

Bright Eyes

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon

or the land between here and the mountains. It is not these hiding places
that have keep us innocent but the way you taught me to just let it all go by.
So we have learned to be as faithless, stand behind the bulletproof glass,
exchanging our affections through a drawer. It was always horribly convenient
and happening too fast. You should count your change before you are even out the door.
Yes, you should but please…
Return, return to the person that you were. And I will do the same because
it is too hard to belong to someone who is gone. My compass spins.
The wilderness remains.
Once too often, I have retreated into the depths of my despair.
I built a barricade to block you on the road. But standing there with all of my possessions,
piled higher than a house, I felt closer to you than you ever could have known.
So let these tiny acts of charity become common ground of which to build a monument
to commemorate our time. And though, you say,
you’ve found another who will surely speed you on your way,
don’t let the forest grow over that you came there by. But you will, so…
Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And blind him with your kindness.
And he will make war, old war, on who you were before.
And he’ll claim all that has spoiled your heart.
Well, now, I tell myself I’ve mended under these patches of blue sky.
There are still a few holes that let in a little rain. So it is crying on my shingles.
My floorboards moan under my feet. The refrigerator is whining,
so I’ve got reason to complain. But I am not gonna bless you with such compliments,
some degrading psalm of praise, like the kind that converted you to me so long ago.
Because the truth is that gossip is as good as gospel in this town.
You can save face but you won’t ever save your soul. And that’s a fact.
Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And tie him in you likeness,
And he’ll become, become the prisoner I was. And know all that has spoiled your heart.