Autor: Thiago Francisco de Almeida | Publicado: 2011-09-18T14:00:00-07:00

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; D#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;G7
todos meus amigos estão procurando emprego
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Cm&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; G#7
em algum pais sub-desenvolvido
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; D#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; G7 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cm&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; G#
Eu fugi de lá sem medo, pus em pratica todo meu desapego
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; D#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; G7
fique tranquila mãe, enviarei postais e emails
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cm&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; G#
contendo segredos pra desafogar e o que sobrar de dinheiro
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; D#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; G7
talvez os postais não sejam a visão do meu apartamento
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cm&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; G#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Bb B7 Cm7
mas o que importa é qeu to vivo o suficiente pra ta escrevendo
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cm7&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Bb&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; G#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; Fm&nbsp; Bb B7 Cm7
não chores pq de nada vai adiantar
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cm7 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; Bb &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; G#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Bb
eu vendi até o que eu não tinha
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cm7&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Bb&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;G# &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fm
aqui nesse lugar não da mais pra ficar
&nbsp;&nbsp; Cm7&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Bb&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; G#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
vou buscar meus desejos em uma terra diferente da minha
G#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Bb&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
E as únicas coisas que levo na mala
D#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; G7&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cm7
é uma blusa de frio uma cueca da sorte e um presente da ex namorada&nbsp; 
G#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Bb
Seus rostos eu guardo na memória
D#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; G7&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Cm7
pq é a única coisa que eles nunca vão me tirar
G#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Bb&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cm&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
tudo qeu deixo aqui são lembranças
G#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Bb&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; D# D&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; Cm7
e antes de mim tem qeu morrer minha esperança
G#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Bb&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cm&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
Eu quero&nbsp;ver mais que meu olho alcança
G#&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Bb&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; D#&nbsp;&nbsp; Dm&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;cm7 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
talvez de errado mas pelo menos eu fiz o que minha vontade manda&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
Bb &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; G#&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Bb&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; D#
Aos meus amigos! quem sabe um dia a gente se encontra