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Too Many People (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(ransford)
There’s a story that i read about in books
About the bad times that people had
That’s how he planned it
You can’t do nowt about it
Too many people

The black plague came along and wiped out quite a few
The rats came with the graves, that’s how we knew
That’s how he planned it
You can’t do nowt about it
Too many people

This ain’t no story
No fairy tale
These things have happened once before
Ask yourself the question
When will it end
There ain’t no foolin’ death
So you just gotta sit and wait

Break

Too many people
Too many people

This ain’t no story
No fairy tale
These things have happened once before
Ask yourself the question
When will it end
There ain’t no foolin’ death
So you just gotta sit and wait

A million people died
In great wars, that we know
They sacrificed their lives
Just goes to show
That’s how he planned it
You can’t do nowt about it

Too many people (there’s too many people)
Too many people
Too many people
Too many people oh yeah

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Too Many People (Letra)

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(tennant/lowe)
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I sometimes think that i’m too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that i’m too many people
Too many people, too many people at once

The husband or the hedonist
The businessman or the communist
The artist or the showbiz creep
The lover or the nervous geek
The question of identity is one that’s always haunted me
Whoever i decide to be depends on who is with me

I sometimes think that i’m too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that i’m too many people
Too many people, too many people at once

The tactless twit putting his foot in it
Or the sensitive soul who’s a role model
The urban jet setter – never at home
Or the country recluse – just leave me alone
Extrovert or introvert
Love is kind, and love hurts
Rebellion or conformity
What is my identity?

I sometimes think that i’m too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that i’m too many people
Too many people, too many people at once

The intellectual and bon-viveur
Or the naive simpleton, so immature
A devoted son and family man
Or the wicked uncle who doesn’t give a damn
How often these have tempted me
The question of identity depends on what i’m meant to be

I sometimes think that i’m too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that i’m too many people
Too many people, too many people at once

I sometimes think that i’m too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that i’m too many people
Too many people, too many people at once