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Thanks For Nothing (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’ll never take part in the grown population
Or waste my time with further education (hooha!)
To get what we know, is just a big show
Where they want to control
So chained and frustrated
It’s all so complicated
Fashion, no passion surrounds me

All I know is I’ve heard this all before
Reality’s a bore (is a bore)
You ask me to believe it (never believe)
Something they provide
Can’t bring myself to, to what
You want me to (want me to)
This is who we are and (who we are)
nothing’s gonna change, nothing’s gonna change

I can’t take part in the business revolution
Or take my chance in the real world confusion
Don’t blame us, who do we trust when they’re so dis-a-honest
No patience, this nation’s obsessed with exploitation
Lying, denying surrounds me

All I know is I’ve heard this all before
Reality’s a bore (is a bore)
You ask me to believe it (never believe)
Something they provide
Can’t bring myself to, to what
You want me to (want me to)
This is who we are and (who we are)
Nothing’s gonna change

(what!) Don’t think you can ignore us (ignore us)
Don’t tell me your word is right (word is right)
Don’t pick a future for us (for us)
We lack ‘cause we’re involved!!

All I know is I’ve heard this all before
Reality’s a bore (is a bore)
You ask me to believe it (never believe)
Something they provide
Can’t bring myself to, to what
You want me to (want me to)
This is who we are and (who we are)
Nothing’s gonna change

Thanks for nothing (I’ve heard this all before),
Thanks for nothing (reality’s a bore),
Thanks for nothing (it’ll never be the same),
Thanks for nothing (and nothing’s gonna change)

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Thanks For Nothing (Letra)

Sum 41

Sum 41

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Mitch harris

Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you,
Let to lust you, to be duped

Thanks for fucking nothing !
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique ? turn to spent air ?
Killed it dead

Thanks for fucking nothing
Scap the dephts to salvage something
Thanks for fucking nothing
Drained my all, then drop the bombshell

True, we were not joined ?
Our evey feature spliced
Though you rushed in and took a lead
Three words spouted

This contagion
Crossed all divides
Caused a shift in protective focus

Three words flouted

Unnntimely end, i should’ve clicked ?
A sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony,
Of which we were about
I don’t despise or demonise,
But i just know your form
Walk right out and move along,
And teap before you look

Thanks for fucking nothing !