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Warsaw (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

3,5,0,1,2,5, go!

I was there in the back stage,
When the first light came around.
I grew up like a changeling,
To win the first time around.
I can see all the weakness.
I pick all the faults.
Well i concede all the faith tests,
Just ot stick in your throats.

31g, 31g, 31g

I hung around in your soundtrack,
To mirror all that you’ve done,
To find the right side of reason,
To kill the three lies for one,
I can see all the cold facts.
I can see through your eyes.
All this talk made no contact.
No matter how hard we tried.

31g, 31g, 31g

I can still hear the footsteps.
I can see only walls.
I slid into your man-traps,
With no hearing at all.
I just see contradiction,
Had to give up the fight,
Just to live in the past tense,
To make believe you were right.

31g, 31g, 31g

3, 5, 0, 1, 2, 5.

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Warsaw (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(that is the vision of the anarchist… it is also a boy’s dream)

True to warsaw, glad we did it
Beat him down with a baseball bat
Police retreated the riot scenes in fear of a baseball bat
Working class intellectuals, disillusion you for sure
Broken dreams in warsaw, where all the dreams fall down

American baseball bat!
Demolish the discotheque!
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
‘til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death!

December 13, ’81, who remembers a loaded gun?
Who remembers the first morning of martial law?
Hey, you should bring that louisville
Yeah man, i’ll know where
Yeah man economic (??? army), hardship in warsaw

American baseball bat!
Demolish the discotheque!
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
‘til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death!

Hey! all alone, bludgeoned to death!

Warsaw (Letra)

Joy Division

Joy Division

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

3,5,0,1,2,5, go!

I was there in the back stage,
When the first light came around.
I grew up like a changeling,
To win the first time around.
I can see all the weakness.
I pick all the faults.
Well i concede all the faith tests,
Just ot stick in your throats.

31g, 31g, 31g

I hung around in your soundtrack,
To mirror all that you’ve done,
To find the right side of reason,
To kill the three lies for one,
I can see all the cold facts.
I can see through your eyes.
All this talk made no contact.
No matter how hard we tried.

31g, 31g, 31g

I can still hear the footsteps.
I can see only walls.
I slid into your man-traps,
With no hearing at all.
I just see contradiction,
Had to give up the fight,
Just to live in the past tense,
To make believe you were right.

31g, 31g, 31g

3, 5, 0, 1, 2, 5.