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Elvis (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’ll go away
I’ll go on my wordless way
Don’t say anything
Say nothing, just leave me.

I’ve been merely, an actor
In your painful play.
But I feel too much to stay.
Just cast me out.

[Pre chorus]
You can have the dishes
You can have the jacked up car.
And take the book on meditation
I’ll just take home what I brought,

[Chorus]
My, big painted velvet Elvis…

Well take it away
Take it all away
Don’t leave anything
Leave nothing, except me

‘cause I’ve been sadly misinformed
I thought it mattered a little more than this
I wish I was a thousand miles away…

[Pre chorus/ chorus]

Well I’m frozen here
Caged in silence
It’s better that I
Regret these words
Than to stand aside
And watch your tragic
Storyline unfold…
Just let me go

[Pre chorus/ chorus]

Well you took my heart
And you took my soul
And you used me,
I’ve had plenty of that.
It gets harder and harder
And farther and farther
From what I need for me.

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Elvis (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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Elvis (Letra)

Sister Hazel

Sister Hazel

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

A thick plush blue carpet at my feet
A peacock stained glass window staring back at me
A nine foot crushed white velvet sofa in the hallway

There’s a TV in the kitchen
She’s cooking in her panties
flipping them little sandwiches likes she’s flipping her hair
sure is nice to have someone to hold me

I’m the king of kings you see
Everything you need
Baby, I’m Elvis

I got a hundred golden records in this one room
I got fifty golden knobs upon my door
I got one black twenty-five foot stretch Cadillac to drive you home

Downstairs there’s a room in the basement
It’s mostly made of yellow and black
Some folks call it the jungle
I just think its a nice place to relax

Once a year they all come to see me
I watch them throwing flowers at my toes
There’s a line that stretches down the driveway
Past my plane and ends at the gift shop