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Night Of The Living Dead (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Before i lay my head i say my prayers

My future starts when i see the first light of day

When i woke up today, i didn’t really feel ok

I wasn’t myself, i couldn’t be no one else

Night of the living dead, that’s what my momma said

That’s what she said, don’t let them in your head

If you want to hang around

Please don’t you bring me down

A zombie will steal your soul

Don’t let them take control

Control, control, control

Night of the living dead, that’s what my momma said

That’s what she said, don’t let them in your head

Do you know who you are?

I know who i am

Don’t know where i’m going

But i can tell you where i’ve been

Where i am right now

Is where i want to be

Nothing you can do or say

Can take me away from me

Night of the living dead, that’s what my momma said

That’s what she said, don’t let them in your head

No no

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Night Of The Living Dead (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh

Stumble in somnambulance so
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead surviving
Armies of the hungry ones

Only-ones, lonely-ones
Ripped up like shredded-wheat
Only-ones, lonely-ones
Be a sort of human picnic

This ain’t no love-in
This ain’t no happening
This ain’t no feeling in my arm

Whoa
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh

You think you’re a zombie, you think it’s a scene
From some monster magazine
Well, open your eyes [now/too late]
This ain’t no fantasy, boy

This ain’t no love-in
This ain’t no happening
This ain’t no feeling in my arm

Whoa
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Night Of The Living Dead (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh

Stumble in somnambulance so
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead surviving
Armies of the hungry ones

Only-ones, lonely-ones
Ripped up like shredded-wheat
Only-ones, lonely-ones
Be a sort of human picnic

This ain’t no love-in
This ain’t no happening
This ain’t no feeling in my arm

Whoa
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh

You think you’re a zombie, you think it’s a scene
From some monster magazine
Well, open your eyes [now/too late]
This ain’t no fantasy, boy

This ain’t no love-in
This ain’t no happening
This ain’t no feeling in my arm

Whoa
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Night Of The Living Dead (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh

Stumble in somnambulance so
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead surviving
Armies of the hungry ones

Only-ones, lonely-ones
Ripped up like shredded-wheat
Only-ones, lonely-ones
Be a sort of human picnic

This ain’t no love-in
This ain’t no happening
This ain’t no feeling in my arm

Whoa
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh

You think you’re a zombie, you think it’s a scene
From some monster magazine
Well, open your eyes [now/too late]
This ain’t no fantasy, boy

This ain’t no love-in
This ain’t no happening
This ain’t no feeling in my arm

Whoa
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh