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Key: F

Introduction:

     Bb    F    C    Bb    C    F  
C                                         Bb                              F  
Estou vendendo uma casa mobiliada
                                          C                                                            F  
De uma rua asfaltada    num bairro bem adiantado
C                                                 Bb                              F  
Com telefone    com jardim e com piscina
                                                C                                                         F  
É uma residência fina pra se viver sossegado
        Bb  
O preço é bom    não perca a oportunidade
                                                                  F                                            Bb  
Pra falar bem a verdade    é uma jóia muito rara
                             C                         Bb                         F  
Eu vou viver numa casinha na floresta
                                             C                                                            F  
Enquanto ainda resta vergonha na minha cara
     Bb    F    C    Bb    C    F  
C                                                    Bb                                    F  
Alguém que ainda é o amor da minha vida
                                                C                                                                    F  
Se tornou uma perdida    todos tem os beijos dela
C                                                 Bb                                      F  
De madrugada pra aumentar o meu desgosto
                                                        C                                                                    F  
Passa abraçada com outros    em frente a minha janela
Bb  
E pela fresta eu a vejo na calçada
                                                             F                                              Bb  
Sob a luz da madrugada lentamente ela caminha
C                                                         Bb                              F  
E eu    sozinho do meu quarto fico olhando
                                          C                                                              F  
Outro homem abraçando a mulher que era minha
                                  C                                                                    F  
Quem planta lama colhe sujeira em sua vida
                                                                        C  
Quem semeia dor colhe despedida
                        Bb                                                 F  
A gente colhe aquilo que plantou
Bb                                                                                                                                    F  
Joga pimenta nos olhos dos outros que no seus não arde
                                                                     C  
Pode esperar um dia mais tarde
                                                                        F      Bb  C  F  
A mesma semente que você jogou

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