Chords
Final Dos Tempos

Key: D

Introduction:

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Já está na beira do abismo nosso mundo sem escora
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Já foi tudo pro vinagre não tem sinal de melhora
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A sogra foge com o genro e o sogro foge com a nora
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Velório já virou festa no enterro ninguém chora
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O que é ruim está aumentando e o que é bom de mundo some
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Honestidade e trabalho não trás vitória pro homem
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Se ficar o bicho pega se correr o bicho come
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O escravo do trabalho ganha o salário da fome
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O homem vive explorando a lua, a terra e o mar
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Quantas crianças na rua sem escola e sem um lar
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Gastaram tanto dinheiro fazendo armas de guerra
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Daria pra fazer casa para todo os pobres da terra
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Falência e concordata filhas da maracutaia
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Duas bruxas sem vassoura estão levantando a saia
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Velho chicote arrebenta no lombo do nosso povo
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Descamisados ganhando no natal chicote novo
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Quanta miséria na terra fortuna explode no espaço
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É este o final dos tempos o mundo virou um bagaço
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Nosso pai que está no céu deu a vida pelo povo
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Se voltar aqui na terra vai morrer na cruz de novo