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Tragic (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m tragically opposed to a truce with you
I’m passive in repose, I’m not used to you
I’ve had it with terrible terrible waste
we broke it off in haste, how tragic

And I look for you on the road
and I look for you in the haze
and I look for you in time
and I search for you in space

Will magic mend our open wounds
we wreaked havoc on each others’ hearts, how tragic
how tragic, I’m destined to love you
I manage to survive in the absence of you

And I look for you on the road
and I look for you in the haze
and I look for you in time
and I search for you in space

How tragic, how tragic
how tragic, it’s all static
it’s all traffic, it’s all tragic
tragic’

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Tragic (Letra)

Erasure

Erasure

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(a. bell / v. clarke)

Speak. spell.
What’s that word again?
In. out.
Of my head again.

Clear. cut.
Charmed i’m sure again.
Merrity!
I wish for thought.

Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
Her heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid;
There’s no truth in what’s said.

Cloud. fog.
Looks like rain again.
Glass. wall.
Looks could kill again.

Clock. face.
Half past two again.
Turn again.
And how time flies.

Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
Her heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid;
There’s no truth in what’s said.

Dream. world.
In my pawn again.
Hot. cold.
Fingers burn again.

Teardrop.
To the floor again.
Cruelty.
How real is real?

Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
My heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid
There’s no truth in what’s said.

Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
My heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid
There’s no truth in what’s said.