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Alucinação

Tono: C

Introducción:

                                       Am7                               Bm7 
Eu não estou interessado em nenhuma teoria,
                                     C                               G 
Em nenhuma fantasia, nem no algo mais
                                               Am7                                         Bm7 
Nem em tinta pro meu rosto ou oba oba, ou melodia
                                       C                                 G 
Para acompanhar bocejos, sonhos matinais
                                       Am7                               Bm7 
Eu não estou interessado em nenhuma teoria,
                                                 C                                   G 
Nem nessas coisas do oriente, romances astrais
                               Am7                                       Bm7 
A minha alucinação é suportar o dia-a-dia,
                                                   C                                 G   D   C 
E meu delírio é a experiência com coisas reais

                   G                                                       C                                     G 
                  Um preto, um pobre, um estudante, uma mulher sozinha
                                                             C                                               G 
                  Blue jeans e motocicletas, pessoas cinzas normais
                                                C                                                   G 
                  Garotas dentro da noite, revólver: cheira cachorro
                                                         C                                       D   C   G 
                  Os humilhados do parque com os seus jornais
                                                               C                                                                       G 
                  Carneiros, mesa, trabalho, meu corpo que cai do oitavo andar
                                                           C                             G 
                  E a solidão das pessoas dessas capitais
                                                   C                                           G 
                  A violência da noite, o movimento do tráfego
                                                               C                                                             G 
                  Um rapaz delicado e alegre que canta e requebra, é demais
                                                             C                                                                       G 
                  Cravos, espinhas no rosto, Rock, Hot Dog, "play it cool, Baby"
                                                     C                               G 
                  Doze Jovens Coloridos, dois Policiais
                                                                                       D                                           C                     G 
                  Cumprindo o seu (maldito)duro dever e defendendo o seu amor e nossa vida
                                                                                       D                                           C                   Em         G 
                  Cumprindo o seu (maldito)duro dever e defendendo o seu amor e nossa vida
                                                 Am7                                 Bm7 
Mas eu não estou interessado em nenhuma teoria,
                                   C                               G 
Em nenhuma fantasia, nem no algo mais
                                             Am7                                                       Bm7 
Longe o profeta do terror que a laranja mecânica anuncia
                                   C                                     G   D   C   G 
Amar e mudar as coisas me interessa mais
                                   D                                             C                                     Em 
Amar e mudar as coisas, amar e mudar as coisas me interessa mais
                   G                                                       C                                     G 
                  Um preto, um pobre, um estudante, uma mulher sozinha
                                                             C                                               G 
                  Blue jeans e motocicletas, pessoas cinzas normais
                                                C                                                   G 
                  Garotas dentro da noite, revólver: cheira cachorro
                                                         C                                       D   C   G 
                  Os humilhados do parque com os seus jornais
                                                               C                                                                       G 
                  Carneiros, mesa, trabalho, meu corpo que cai do oitavo andar
                                                           C                             G 
                  E a solidão das pessoas dessas capitais
                                                   C                                           G 
                  A violência da noite, o movimento do tráfego
                                                               C                                                             G 
                  Um rapaz delicado e alegre que canta e requebra, é demais
                                                             C                                                                       G 
                  Cravos, espinhas no rosto, Rock, Hot Dog, "play it cool, Baby"
                                                     C                               G 
                  Doze Jovens Coloridos, dois Policiais
                                                                                       D                                           C                     G 
                  Cumprindo o seu (maldito)duro dever e defendendo o seu amor e nossa vida
                                                                                       D                                           C                   Em         G 
                  Cumprindo o seu (maldito)duro dever e defendendo o seu amor e nossa vida
                                                 Am7                                 Bm7 
Mas eu não estou interessado em nenhuma teoria,
                                   C                               G 
Em nenhuma fantasia, nem no algo mais
                                             Am7                                                       Bm7 
Longe o profeta do terror que a laranja mecânica anuncia
                                   C                                     G   D   C   G 
Amar e mudar as coisas me interessa mais
                                   D                                             C                                     Em 
Amar e mudar as coisas, amar e mudar as coisas me interessa mais
Obs: Correções são bem-vindas.