Biografia:
The Football Club are a folk-punk band from Footscray, Australia. They focus on making sad songs with big drunken choruses and heaped mouthfuls of words, telling stories on topics like sexuality, gender, friendship, and cheap red wine.
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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!
[Intro]
G D C
[Chorus]
G D C
You've got a lot of friends, I've just got people that I know
G
And you mean a lot to them, and my ones just come and go
D C
And I don't want to doubt every good thing that I've found
G
And so after this, I swear, there'll be no more fallings out
G
[Verse 1]
D
I tore up a couple of shirts you bought me
E D
To patch all the holes in my ageing clothing
C G
To prove to you that I won't be shy
Am D
To break something good to fix something of mine
G D
We got high in a park on a High Street hill
E D
And we ran six kilometres high on pills
C G
And it felt so damn good in your passenger seat
Am D
That I never wanted to leave
[Pre-Chorus]
Em A
But I can't hold your hand
Am D
Through all the shit you put yourself through
Em A Am
You have to understand, that you're a fucking mess
D G
But love, so am I, and that's fine
[Chorus]
D C
You've got a lot of friends, I've just got people that I know
G
And you mean a lot to them, and my ones just come and go
D C
And I guess that it's okay if I'm not the one to say
G
Although all things have to end, we are better not as friends
[Verse 2]
F#m
You said, "No one can be happy all the time
E D
And no one can be miserable all the time
C G
We're all a hundred different people who could never be friends
A D
All crammed into the one head"
G D
But I'll put bandaids on all of my scars myself
Em D
Instead of trying to get patched up by someone else
C G
It's like a birthday card made by a five-year-old child
Am D
It means more when you do it yourself
[Pre-Chorus]
Em A
And though I might fuck up
Am D
And cause more damage in my attempts to fix
Em A Am D
My broken little frame and all the fucked up things it contains
G
I'll be okay
[Chorus]
D C
And you've got a lot of friends, I've just got people that I know
G
And you mean a lot to them, but my ones just come and go
D C
And I used to wanna die, but now I know that if I
G
If I were ever to give in, I'd be letting you win
[Instrumental]
G D C (x2)
[Verse 3]
G
You said you're sick of pretending to feel this way
D
You said you're sick of pretending to feel okay
C
But babe, you're no damn good at pretending at all
Nowhere near what you think you are, alright
G
But you'll get a new job and you'll get new friends too
D
And I will cut you out like I'm prone to do
C
And I'll move on, I'll move in with some people I find
G
On the internet and I'll begin again
[Outro]
D C
And you've got a lot of friends, I've just got people that I know
G D C
[Chorus]
G D C
You've got a lot of friends, I've just got people that I know
G
And you mean a lot to them, and my ones just come and go
D C
And I don't want to doubt every good thing that I've found
G
And so after this, I swear, there'll be no more fallings out
G
[Verse 1]
D
I tore up a couple of shirts you bought me
E D
To patch all the holes in my ageing clothing
C G
To prove to you that I won't be shy
Am D
To break something good to fix something of mine
G D
We got high in a park on a High Street hill
E D
And we ran six kilometres high on pills
C G
And it felt so damn good in your passenger seat
Am D
That I never wanted to leave
[Pre-Chorus]
Em A
But I can't hold your hand
Am D
Through all the shit you put yourself through
Em A Am
You have to understand, that you're a fucking mess
D G
But love, so am I, and that's fine
[Chorus]
D C
You've got a lot of friends, I've just got people that I know
G
And you mean a lot to them, and my ones just come and go
D C
And I guess that it's okay if I'm not the one to say
G
Although all things have to end, we are better not as friends
[Verse 2]
F#m
You said, "No one can be happy all the time
E D
And no one can be miserable all the time
C G
We're all a hundred different people who could never be friends
A D
All crammed into the one head"
G D
But I'll put bandaids on all of my scars myself
Em D
Instead of trying to get patched up by someone else
C G
It's like a birthday card made by a five-year-old child
Am D
It means more when you do it yourself
[Pre-Chorus]
Em A
And though I might fuck up
Am D
And cause more damage in my attempts to fix
Em A Am D
My broken little frame and all the fucked up things it contains
G
I'll be okay
[Chorus]
D C
And you've got a lot of friends, I've just got people that I know
G
And you mean a lot to them, but my ones just come and go
D C
And I used to wanna die, but now I know that if I
G
If I were ever to give in, I'd be letting you win
[Instrumental]
G D C (x2)
[Verse 3]
G
You said you're sick of pretending to feel this way
D
You said you're sick of pretending to feel okay
C
But babe, you're no damn good at pretending at all
Nowhere near what you think you are, alright
G
But you'll get a new job and you'll get new friends too
D
And I will cut you out like I'm prone to do
C
And I'll move on, I'll move in with some people I find
G
On the internet and I'll begin again
[Outro]
D C
And you've got a lot of friends, I've just got people that I know
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