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War Child (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I need city lights, defense, and weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy.
I learn resistance like i learn to see.
A living witness.
A lonely refugee.
I’m a war child.
I’m a war baby, and that’s the difference between you and me.
I’m a war child.
My occupation is being occupied.
I stop at the corner to be identified.
Across the border they pretend victory.
I’m playing in the rubble and dream of destiny.
You weren’t discovered by khmer rouge.
We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news.
Plo lovers courting after the curfew.
Your father and brother have the west bank blues.

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War Child (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I need city lights, defense, and weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy.
I learn resistance like i learn to see.
A living witness.
A lonely refugee.
I’m a war child.
I’m a war baby, and that’s the difference between you and me.
I’m a war child.
My occupation is being occupied.
I stop at the corner to be identified.
Across the border they pretend victory.
I’m playing in the rubble and dream of destiny.
You weren’t discovered by khmer rouge.
We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news.
Plo lovers courting after the curfew.
Your father and brother have the west bank blues.

War Child (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Who will save the war child baby
Who controls the keys
The web we weave is thick and sordid
Fine by me

At times of war
We’re all the losers
There’s no victory
We’ll shoot to kill, and kill your lover
Fine by me

War child
Victim of political pride
Plant the seed, territorial greed
Mind, the war child.
We should mind, the war child

I spent last winter in new york
And came upon a man
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless
He said, "i fought in vietnam"

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark
He bore the mark of pride
A two-inch deep incision carved
Into his side

War child!
Victim of political pride
Plant the seed, territorial greed
Mind, the war child
We should mind, the war child

Whose the loser now
Whose the loser now
We’re all the losers now
We’re all the losers now

War child, war child

War Child (Letra)

Oasis

Oasis

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Who will save the war child baby?
Who controls the keys?
The web we weave is thick and sordid.
Fine by me.

At times of war.
We’re all the losers,
There’s no victory.
We’ll shoot to kill, and kill your lover.
Fine by me.

War child!
Victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind, the war child.
We should mind, the war child.

I spent last winter in new york,
And came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
He said, "i fought in vietnam."

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
He bore the mark of pride.
A two-inch deep incision carved,
Into his side.

War child!
Victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind, the war child.
We should mind, the war child.

Whose the loser now, eh?
Whose the loser now, eh?
We’re all the losers now!
We’re all the losers now!

War child, war child

War Child (Letra)

Blondie

Blondie

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’ll take you down to that bright city mile —
There to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile,
That will show all of the pleasures and none of the pain,
When you join my explosion
And play with my games.
Warchild dance the days, and dance the nights away.
No unconditional surrender; no armistice day —
Each night i’ll die in my contentment and lie in your grave.
While you bring me water and i give you wine —
Let me dance in your tea-cup and you shall swim in mine.
Warchild dance the days, and dance the nights away.
Open your windows and i’ll walk through your doors.
Let me live in your country — let me sleep by your shores.
Warchild dance the days, and dance the nights away.