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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Seasons are changing
The evening’s closing in
Buy a small house down
Where everything looks bright
And cleaned so right
I hope i can see you
You seem so far away
Everyone’s leaving, they’ve got to get away
And search for that dreamland so pack your bags
Create the brand new day
I hope i can see you
So many miles from home
I’m lost without a phone
But around the world we go
What can i tell you?
It’s immaterial
And what can i say now that i’m out in the cold?
Your letters speak of so many things we find so rare
A steady job, cold charity
But it’s kinder so they say…
I hope i can see you
So many miles from home
I’m lost without a phone
But around the world we go
What can i tell you?
It’s immaterial
And what can i say now that i’m out in the cold?
Wherever you set your heart
It’s best to call it home
But in a modern world
10,000 leagues are not too far to rome
I hope i can see you
So many miles from home and i’m lost without a phone
But around the world we go
What can i tell you?
It’s immaterial
And what can i say now that i’m out in the cold?
It’s immaterial
It’s immaterial

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Immaterial (Letra)

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Baby, get out of here
I’m too far gone
For you and me – it’s too late
If you really want me to
I’ll tell you what’s wrong
I saw you and your date
Out of the corner of my eye
How did you know i was there that night?

Girl, no matter what you say
It won’t help now
We’ve talked it out before
It’s about time you faced reality
This is too big to ignore

How is it we’re always fair
In love and war
It’s a cliché
I don’t want to hear anymore
They say, love is a changing game
It’s you that are out to put the blame
Because it’s…

Immaterial… immaterial
Immaterial
Immaterial… immaterial
Immaterial

Baby, i’m running out of words to say
I’ll be cool for now, but as for you…
Hope there is something from our affair
Our trouble will renew

How is it we’re always fair
In love and war
It’s a cliché
I don’t want to hear anymore
They say, love is a changing game
It’s you that are out to put the blame
Because it’s…

Immaterial… immaterial
Immaterial
Immaterial… immaterial
Immaterial