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Maybe It’s Maybeline (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

People make mistakes
we find that everything breaks
and it always is the same, gotta find someone to blame
and these errors that we make (cause we’re all human earthquakes)
yeah, we made the hurricane, yet we’re not the one’s to blame?

we point the finger even though it’s not polite
we condemn the son of God (we’re hoping two wrongs make a right)
maybe it is them
or, maybe it is me
or, maybe it’s maybeline

people make mistakes
we took the apple from the snake
and it always is the same:
gotta find someone to blame
our reputations were at stake, but the guilt we could not take
America’s gone done the drain
the president’s fault again?

we point the finger even though it’s not polite
we condemn the son of God (we’re hoping two wrongs make a right)
maybe it is them
or, maybe it is me
or, maybe it’s maybeline

the truth is, excuses are lame
accept consequence
accept the blame
we’re all sinners
we’re all unclean
maybe we’re born with it
or maybe it’s maybeline

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Maybe It’s Maybeline (Letra)

Relient K

Relient K

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

People make mistakes.
We find that everything breaks.
And it always is the same: gotta find someone to blame.
And these errors that we make
(‘cause we’re all human earthquakes.)
Yeah, we made the hurricane,
yet we’re not the ones to blame?
We point the finger even though its not polite.
We condemn the son of God
(we’re hoping two wrongs make a right).
Maybe it is them.
Or, maybe it is me.
Or, maybe its Maybeline.
People make mistakes.
We took the apple from the snake.
And it always is the same: gotta find someone to blame.
Our reputations were at stake,
but the guilt we could not take.
America’s gone down the drain.
The president’s at fault again?
We point the finger even though it’s not polite.
We condemn the son of God
(we’re hoping two wrongs make a right).
The truth is, excuses are lame.
Accept consequence.
Accept the blame.
We’re all sinners.
We’re all unclean.
Maybe we’re born with it.
Or maybe it’s Maybeline.