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Cabelo Pixaim

Tom: F

Introdução:

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                         Am                                                                                                                                                                 F 
Ouviu um barulho surdo e pensou que era o fim Sentiu cheiro de queimado no cabelo pixaim
                                       Am                                                                                                                                                   F 
Por um instante sua vida lhe passou como um raio Divagou se acabou, se ele viveu o necessário
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Pensou na sua família e na mágoa que ficou Nos pedidos de desculpas que pensou e não falou
                   Am                                                                                                                                                                                     F 
E pensou na sua preta, nos momentos de alegria Sentiu um beijo repousando na sua face: a despedida
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Lembrou dos olhos de sol, que iluminava sua vida Lembrou do sorriso solto que ele nunca mais veria
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A realidade agora deu lugar a um pesadelo E a luta pela vida deu lugar ao desespero
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Mas por que logo ele, sempre foi trabalhador Não é culpado da miséria, situação do atirador
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Engajado e envolvido em projetos sociais Mesmo assim não foi poupado pela mão dos marginais
                         Am                                                                                                                                                                 F 
Tudo preto, o rancor se mistura com o medo Guerra é guerra, e sempre traz dor constante e sofrimento
                         Am                                                                                                                                                                         F 
Sentiu raiva mais passou, e pensou q era sua hora Mas seu filho o esperava no portão de uma escola
                       Am                                                                                                                                           F                                                                                             G#7 
Dos jornais sensacionalistas já virou notícia Pro governo virou número aumentou a estatística
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 C#m       B                           A                                                                                     B 
O que se fazer? Famílias destruídas são notícias da TV.
 C#m       B                                         A                                                                             B 
Chega de Sofrer, O abismo social mata eu mata você.
 C#m       B                           A                                                                                     B 
O que se fazer? Famílias destruídas são notícias da TV.
 C#m       B                                         A                                                                             G#7 
Chega de Sofrer, O abismo social mata eu mata você.
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Carro sem roda, pião e uma pipa rasgada No seu barraco era esse o lazer da criançada
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Muitas vezes já jurou que ele não roubaria Mas a falta de feijão orquestrava o choro da filha
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Era um bom coração mas tinha vários pecados Alguns furtos, coisa boba só pra adiantar um lado
                 Am                                                                                                                                                                                       F 
Mas cansou de coisa pouca, foi na idéia de um irmão: “É só uma, duas horas e já é dinheiro na mão
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É só por o cano na cara, pra não esboçar reação Depois só para no banco, faz o saque com cartão
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Um já fica com o refém na campana, sem da guela, Depois só larga o patrício em algum beco da favela"
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Chegou à hora e o gelado do aço na barriga O nervosismo se instala, e se despede da filha
                                                 Am                                                                                                                                                                 F                                                                               G#7 
Reza um pai nosso em silêncio, clama a Nossa Senhora Não deseja que uma bala seja o fim da sua história
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No farol, carro parado, assalto anunciado O motorista tentou a fuga, um tiro foi disparado
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Atingiu o black power de um rapaz indefeso Tremedeira nas mãos, na consciência um peso
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Saiu correndo assutado, um bicho encurralado Ele estava de costas quando ouviu os disparos