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Summer’s Gone (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Crack and break, life’s big mistake,
I’m feeling it too, there’s no way home.
The summer’s gone,
The summer’s gone away.

Back down to earth, a conscience burst,
I’m feeling it too, just slipped away.
The summer’s gone,
The love has gone,
The sun has gone away,
Away

It’s turned to grey, just burned away,
A moment too soon, we’ve turned to grey…
Just like yesterday,
It’s turned to black and white.

Cold as stone, no contact known
You’re feeling it too, as thoughts decay.
The summer’s gone, the colour’s gone,
The sun has gone away

It’s turned to grey, just burned away,
A moment too soon, we’ve turned to grey,
Just like yesterday,
It’s turned to black and white.

Oh, you’re thinking back, you’re going back to places that you’ve been,
Where days could last forever, but you can only dream,
Oh, we’re going back I’m looking back to places that we’ve seen,
Moments that have been, places we can dream.

Crash and break, life’s big mistake,
You’re feeling it too, just slipped away.
The love has gone,
The summer’s gone away.

It’s turned to grey, just burned away,
A moment too soon, we’ve turned to grey,
Just like yesterday, yesterday
It’s turned to grey, just burned away,
A moment too soon, we’ve turned to grey,
Just like yesterday, yesterday…

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Summer’s Gone (Letra)

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Cue to your face so forsaken
Crushed by the way that you cry
Cue to your face so forsaken
What a surprise

You try to break the mould
before you get too old
you try to break the mould
before you die

Cue to your heart that is racing
stung by the look in your eye
Cue to your heart that is racing
What a surprise
you try to break the mould
before you get too old
you try to break the mould
before you die

Cue your face so forsaken
crushed by the way that you cry
Cue your face so forsaken
Say goodbye

<monologue>
Sing for your lover
Like blood from a stone
Sing for your lover
Who’s waiting at home
If you sing when youre high
And youre dry as a bone
Then you must realise
That you’re never alone
And you’ll sing with the dead instead

You try and break the mould,
before you get too old
you try and break the mould,
before you die

<monologue>