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Utopia

Key: E

Introduction:

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                            E  B7E  C#m  F#m  B7E  
                                     E                                                 B7                                    E  
Das muitas coisas no meu tempo de criança
          B7                                      E                                              C#m                                         F#m  
Guardo vivo na lembrança o aconchego do meu lar
                     B7                                                                                                            F#m                                                                 B7  
No fim da tarde quando tudo se aquietava e família se ajuntava lá no alpendre
E    B7  
a conversar
                                             E                                              B7                         E                                                      B7                      E                                              B7                                                 A  
Meus pais não tinham nem escola nem dinheiro, todo dia o ano inteiro trabalhavam sem parar
                             Am                                                                      E  
faltava tudo mas agente nem ligava.
        C#m                                            F#m                            B7                                    E  
o Importante não faltava seu sorriso e seu olhar...lalarara lalalala lalalalalala
                                                  E                                         B7                                      E                                         B7              E                                                         C#m                      F#m  
E quantas    vezes vi meu pai chegar cansado, mas aquilo era sagrado um por ele afagava.
                             B7                                                                 F#m                                                                                 B7                                                                                            E                 B7  
E perguntava quem fizera estripulia, e a mamãe nos defendia e tudo aos poucos se ajeitava
                        E                            B7                                 E                                         B7                                              E                            B7                                              A  
o sol se punha a viola alguém trazia, todo mundo então pedia pro papai cantar com a gente.
                Am                                                                                 E                                              C#m                            F#m  
desafinado meio roco e voz cansada, ele cantava mil toadas
             B7                            E  
seu olhar no sol poente...lalarara lalalala lalalalalala
        E                                                                         B7                         E  
Correu o tempo e hoje eu vejo a maravilha
                  B7                                 E                              C#m                              F#m  
de se ter uma família enquanto tantos não a tem,
                                B7                                                                                    F#m  
Agora, falam de desquite ou de divórcio.
                                                        B7                                                                                         E         B7  
o amor virou consórcio compromisso de ninguém
                          E                                                      B7                                                 E                                              B7  
Há tantos filhos que bem mais do que um palácio gostariam
                                  E                                 B7                              A  
de um abraço e do carinho de seus pais
                                                             Am                                                            E                                                 C#m  
se os pais se amassem o divórcio não viria chamam isso de
F#m              B7  
Utopia eu a isso chamo paz...lalarara lalalala lalalalalala