2 acessos
Am Dm G I like walking in the park Em Am When it gets late at night Dm G I move `round in the dark Em Am And leave when it gets light Dm G I sit around by day Em Am Tied up in chains so tight Dm G These crazy words of mine Em So wrong they could be Am Dm What do I get out of this? G Em I always try, I always miss Am Dm One of these days you'll go back to your home G Em You won't even notice that you are alone Am Dm One of these days when you sit by yourself G Em You'll realise you can't show off without someone else Am Dm In the end you will submit G Em It's got to hurt a little bit I like talking in my sleep When people work so hard They need what they can't keep A choice that leaves them scarred A room without a view Unveils the truth so soon And when the sun goes down You've lost what you had What do I get out of this? I always try, I always miss One of these days you'll go back to your home You won't even notice that you are alone One of these days when you sit by yourself You'll realise you can't show off without someone else In the end you will submit It's got to hurt a little bit