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Inimputável Imanência

Key: E

Introduction:

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                                                                   Eb                     Bb 
E há um tempo atrás eu descobri
                   Gm                                     Eb 
Que não estávamos sós
                                                                               Bb 
E eu vi nascer dentro de mim
 Gm                                                                             Fm 
Uma nova voz que me guiou.
                                                                                   Eb             Bb 
E eu também descobri que todos nós
               Gm 
Fazemos parte de um todo
                                                                             Eb 
E que se formos capazes de nos organizar
             Bb 
E entre nós nos completar,
                   Gm                                             Fm                           C#5 
Viveremos, prevaleceremos aqui,
                           C5 
Como sempre foi.
                       Eb                                         Bb                         Gm 
Procurei outro caminho   percorrer
                                                                                           Eb                                 Bb                         Gm 
Mas nem de longe pude ver alguma salvação pra mim.
                           Eb                                         Bb                                       Gm 
E mesmo temendo eu me entreguei,
                                                                                           Eb 
Fiz o que tinha que fazer,
                               Bb                             Gm 
Me desfiz do velho eu.
               Fm 
E agora... Dói...
                                                                                                                           Eb 
Saber que não vai ser como já foi,
                                                                                                     Fm 
Que não existe cura para nós,
                                                                                                                                     Eb 
Que o amanha talvez não seja o depois
                                                                                                           Fm 
Nesse loop eterno de repetições
                                                                                             Eb 
De idas e vindas sem lembrar,
                                                                                                                                               Fm 
De uma samsara que protege ao apagar
                                                                                                                       Eb 
Que talvez sejamos frutos do acaso
                                                                                                                               C#5 
E o nosso arquiteto já esteja enterrado.
                                                             Eb 
Existem outras vidas,
                                                                                                                                                 C#5 
E os que lembram são chamados de loucos,
                                         Eb 
Mas só os loucos são chamados.
 G#5                                                                                     F#5                                                                                           F5 
Não, eu não espero aprovação muito menos qualquer perdão,
                                                                                                                           Eb 
Pois só sigo o que sinto ser minha missão.
                                                     G#5                 F#5 
E eu me escutei, não sei se foi o certo
                           F5                     Eb 
Mas agora de nada adianta,
                                           C#                                                                                           Fm 
Porque o velho homem morreu em mim.
                                   Eb                                               C#                                         Fm 
E os que sobram são caçados aos poucos.