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Century (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Everybody’s here
Puke stinks like beer
This could be a city
This could be a graveyard
You stole my idea
You stole my idea

Everybody’s anxious
For the coming of the crisis
The collapse of the justice
I can smell your armpits
You stole my idea
You stole my idea
You stole my idea

This puke stinks like beer and everybody’s here
Come on, come on, come on
Let’s lay waste to this century
Come on, come on, come on
Return to nothing, and help me

Everybody’s anxious
The crowd is all around us
The followers of Aldous
Are spinning with their mescaline
A man behind the altar screams
You stole my idea
You were my idea

This puke stinks like beer and everybody’s here
Come on, come on, come on
Let’s lay waste to this century
Come on, come on, come on
Return to nothing and help me
Come on, come on, come on
Let’s lay waste to this century

On the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips
Dangled with tongue
On the edge of a peace that can’t stand low
And won’t stand tall

Come on, come on, come on
Let’s lay waste to this century
Come on, come on, come on
Return to nothing and help me
Come on, come on, come on
It’s amazing what we can do with love
With some matches and gasoline, do with love
It’s amazing what we can do with love

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Yeah…
Well i bit off more than i could chew
I sucked awhile and spit it out
You met me once now who are you
You met me twice who am i to doubt
Built to please and raised to rock
Construction starts here on this block
Millenium has come at last
My one horse town is made of glass

My century…is turning
My century…is turning

Well so long to the so-so years
Of river mouths and chandeliers
Morning crews that make me yawn
I hold my heave until i’m gone
I cock an ear and crack a smile
Last in line and single file
The only ones standing at this speech
Are the ones with the brooms and the mops and the keys

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Now i can’t go back…it’s my last chance
Now i can’t go back…it’s my last chance

Blacktop yards and sonic booms
Done heroin and in ladies rooms
Bouncing balls and spinning wheels
Electronic retail power deals
Turning calendars forgotten
Expiration date is rotten
Behind my eyes i’ve seen it all
Years go past upon the wall

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My century…my century