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Pout-pourri Telefone Mudo/boate Azul/fio de Cabelo

Key: C

Introduction:

               C                                                                                                           G 
Eu quero que risque o meu nome da sua agenda
             D                                       C                                                       G 
Esqueça o meu telefone não me ligue mais
                 C                                                                                     G 
Porque já estou cansado de ser o remédio
                                               D 
Pra curar o seu tédio
                                                                                                     G 
Quando seus amores não lhe satisfaz
             D 
Cansei de ser o seu palhaço
       C                                                     G 
Fazer o que sempre quiz
                                                                   D 
Cansei de curar sua fossa
                                       C                                           G 
Quando você não se sentia feliz
               D 
Por isso é que decidi
                 C                                   G 
O meu telefone cortar
                                                                 D 
Você vai discar várias vezes
                           C                           D                   G 
Telefone mudo não pode chamar...
 Cm 
Doente de amor
                                                                                 Bb 
Procurei remédio na vida noturna
                                             G# 
Com o flor da noite
                                                                                       G 
Em uma boate aqui na zona sul
                                   Fm 
A dor do amor
                                                                                             Cm 
É com outro amor que a gente cura
                                         G 
Vim curar a dor
Desse mal de amor
                             Cm  C7 
Da boate azul
                                       Fm 
E quando a noite vai se agonizando
                                             Cm 
No clarão da aurora
                       G 
Os integrantes da vida noturna
                                           Cm  C7 
Se foram dormir
                                           Fm 
E a dama da noite que estava comigo
                                               Cm 
Também foi embora
                                                 G# 
Fecharam-se as portas
                                       G                                       C 
Sozinho de novo tive que sair...
                                       G 
Sair de que jeito
                                       F                                                 C 
Se não sei o rumo para onde vou
                                                                                                           G 
Muito vagamente me lembro que estou
                                 F                                                 C 
Em uma boate aqui na zona sul
                                   G                                 F                                                   C 
Eu bebi demais e não consigo me lembrar se quer
                                                                                   G 
Qual é o nome daquela mulher
                           F                           G                 F 
A flor da noite da boate azul
 F                                                                                                       C 
Quando a gente ama qualquer coisa serve
                                       F 
Para relembrar
                                                                                     F7 
O vestido velho da mulher amada
                                             Bb 
Tem muito valor
                                                                                     C 
Aquele restinho do perfume dela
                                             Am 
Que ficou no frasco
                                     Dm                                                                         Gm 
Sobre a penteadeira mostrando que o quarto
                                   C                                                           F 
Já foi o cenário de um grande amor...
 C                                                                                                                 F 
E hoje o que eu encontrei me deixou mais triste
                                                                     C 
Um pedacinho dela que existe
                         Bb                                                 F 
Um fio de cabelo no meu paletó
       C                                                                                               F 
Lembrei de tudo entre nós o amor vivido
                                                                     C 
Aquele fio de cabelo comprido
                               Bb                   C                   F 
Já esteve grudado em nosso suor...