Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sonido


Interfaz


Nivel de dificultad


Acento



lenguaje de interfaz

es

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Política de cookies   |   Apoyo   |   FAQ
1
registro de inicio de sesión
Lyrkit

donar

5$

Lyrkit

donar

10$

Lyrkit

donar

20$

Lyrkit

Y/o apoyarme en las redes sociales. redes:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
No Use For A Name

Soulmate

 

Soulmate

(álbum: Leche Con Carne! - 1995)


Monday morning you woke up crying,
The outcome of a stupid line, oh,
Said by some punk-ass on the street.

It wasn't me, it wasn't you,
It wasn't anybody you knew, is it
Your old friend insecurity?

The one companion
That stuck by your side since you were born.

Tuesday night you were in a fight,
The same old argument, black and white.
It's something that's eating your inside.

It's not the food, it's not the booze,
It isn't anything consumed so is it
Becoming a problem you can't hide?

And all those times
You thought that you were wrong, you were right.

The devil on your shoulder
Gives you strength and paranoia,
The countless times you called a few.

Your best friend 'til the end of time,
They'll always be there by your side.
Solidify conditions you've abused.

What that means you'll never have a clue.

More than just a lifelong friend,
No social life, I guess we can pretend,
It's not like I care but anyway...

You always wanna leave, you never wanna stay,
'Cause you think if you drink too much then you will lose it,
You'll drink your security away.

The one companion
That stuck by your side since you were born.

The little voice inside your head,
Annoying and confusing,
That somehow tells you what to do.

Socially you've lost your mind
And basically you're out of time.
You try to build so much it breaks on you.

What that means you'll never have a clue.

What that means you'll never have a,
What that means you'll never have a,
What that means you'll never have a clue.

hecho

¿Agregaste todas las palabras desconocidas de esta canción?