Losing A Whole Year
Third Eye BlindTom0
Fonte15
90 BPM
"Losing A Whole Year" by Third Eye Blind from their
self-titled album. Music and lyrics by Stephen Jenkins
and Kevin Cadogan. Transcribed by Isaac Smith.
Intro
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Lyrics:
Losing a whole year
Losing a whole year
I remember you and me used to spend
The whole goddamned day in bed
Losing a whole year
Hiding in your room we'd lay like dogs
And the phone would ring like a joke left unsaid
Losing a whole year
And now I realize you never heard
One goddamned word I ever said
Losing a whole year
Losing a whole year
And I remember you and me used to spend
The whole goddamned day in bed
Losing a whole year
Losing a whole year
I remember you and me used to spend
The whole goddamned day in bed
*Ends on "Hey, Hey"*
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Lyrics:
Rich daddy left you with a parachute
Your voice is sounds like money and your face is cute
But your daddy left you with no love
And you touch everything with a velvet glove and
Now you want to try a life of sin
You want to be down with the down and in
Always copping my truths
I kind of get the feeling like I'm being used
Took your stuff and put it in the basement
When I found out what the smile on your face meant
I've seen you pop that check
Craning your neck at the car wreck
It always seems the juice used to flow
In the car, in the kitchen, you were good to go
Now we're stuck with the tube
A sink full of dishes and some aqua lube
And if it's not the defense, then you're on the attack
When you start talking, I hear the Prozac
Convinced you've found your place
With the pierced queer teens in cyberspace
When youwere yourself it tasted sweet
But it sours into a routine deceit
Well this drama is bore
And doesn't want to play no more
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