Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
Boy, you get my guts tied up in such a twisted noisy ruckus
C# G# C# G#
Heaven sent that you are, wouldn’t lift a claw or cut me off ‘cause
C# G# C# G#
Rambling as I ever am I shamble to your chair and stables
C# G# C# G#
Watch you all enraptured as you shuffle cards and stutter fables
B Bbm G#
Break my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my limbs for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two legs for two lips, now I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Drop my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my habit to get you back and I’m
B Bbm B
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
Boy, you like to play the martyr, but if I pray a little harder
C# G# C# G#
If I close the window and come back here when I’m not so sober
C# G# C# G#
If I said it plainly not in riddle-rhymes, all cagey,
C# G# C# G#
Would you answer with a smile made of brackets or look at me strangely?
B Bbm G#
Break my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my limbs for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two legs for two lips, now I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Drop my habit, you were my habit, I’d trade my habit to get you back and
B Bbm B Bbm
It’s you and I again just writing, shiftless, click clack clicking, grinning
B Bbm B
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool
C# Fm C# Fm
C# Fm C# Fm
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
Boy, you’re on the floor and on my fingers, dripping from my kisses
C# G# C# G#
Eyes so vacant, would you hate it, if I said you look delicious?
C# G# C# G#
The laughter dies and rots inside me, brother, it is you all over
C# G# C# G#
Stay beside me here and guide me, unrequited would-be lover
B Bbm G#
Took my miracle, you’re my miracle, I’d trade my brains for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two gods for two voices, I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Need a miracle, you’re my miracle, I’d trade a miracle to get you back and I’m
B Bbm G#
Left without a friend, soaked to the bone and backwards bent
B Bbm G#
I’m seeing shades, screaming repent your sickness leave it here for lent
B Bbm G#
Now witness, here, a fool without a calling! I’m a heartsick fool.
B Bbm G#
Still the fool without a calling, still a fucking fool.
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
Boy, you get my guts tied up in such a twisted noisy ruckus
C# G# C# G#
Heaven sent that you are, wouldn’t lift a claw or cut me off ‘cause
C# G# C# G#
Rambling as I ever am I shamble to your chair and stables
C# G# C# G#
Watch you all enraptured as you shuffle cards and stutter fables
B Bbm G#
Break my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my limbs for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two legs for two lips, now I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Drop my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my habit to get you back and I’m
B Bbm B
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
Boy, you like to play the martyr, but if I pray a little harder
C# G# C# G#
If I close the window and come back here when I’m not so sober
C# G# C# G#
If I said it plainly not in riddle-rhymes, all cagey,
C# G# C# G#
Would you answer with a smile made of brackets or look at me strangely?
B Bbm G#
Break my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my limbs for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two legs for two lips, now I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Drop my habit, you were my habit, I’d trade my habit to get you back and
B Bbm B Bbm
It’s you and I again just writing, shiftless, click clack clicking, grinning
B Bbm B
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool
C# Fm C# Fm
C# Fm C# Fm
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
Boy, you’re on the floor and on my fingers, dripping from my kisses
C# G# C# G#
Eyes so vacant, would you hate it, if I said you look delicious?
C# G# C# G#
The laughter dies and rots inside me, brother, it is you all over
C# G# C# G#
Stay beside me here and guide me, unrequited would-be lover
B Bbm G#
Took my miracle, you’re my miracle, I’d trade my brains for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two gods for two voices, I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Need a miracle, you’re my miracle, I’d trade a miracle to get you back and I’m
B Bbm G#
Left without a friend, soaked to the bone and backwards bent
B Bbm G#
I’m seeing shades, screaming repent your sickness leave it here for lent
B Bbm G#
Now witness, here, a fool without a calling! I’m a heartsick fool.
B Bbm G#
Still the fool without a calling, still a fucking fool.
Phil Wickham
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