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Introdução:

           Db                                                                                 Ab/C         Bbm7 
A minha luta, minha história vou contar,
                 Ab                                                                               Gb                                   Ab                       Db     Ab/C 
Esgotei as minhas forças, por um monte de mentiras e promessas
                               Bbm7                       Ab               Gb 
Sem refletir, o homem ouve o que quer ouvir,
                                                   Db                       Ab4/7   Ab   Ab4/7   Ab 
E esquece tudo mais, tudo mais.
                             Db                                                                                       Bbm7 
Quando eu sai de casa, era quase um rapaz,
                       Ab                                                             Gb                                                                   Db 
Tão sozinho entre estranhos, correndo assustado pela estação,
             Bbm7                   Ab                                       Gb 
Na pior freqüentando os becos sujos,
                                                                 Db                       Ab                   Gb                                             Db 
Onde os miseráveis vão, procurando as dicas que só eles dão.
 Db                                                                                                                                     Bbm7 
Exigindo um bom salário, um emprego procurei,
                           Ab                                                                                 Gb                                                                           Db 
Qual o que não deu em nada, a não ser o olhar das putas na avenida,
 Bbm7                                               Ab                     Gb                                                                     Db 
Cá entre nós, muitas vezes tão sozinho eu me consolava lá.
 Db                                                                                                                 Bbm7 
Hoje os anos passam, martelando sem cessar,
                                 Ab                                                               Gb 
Sou mais velho do que era, mais jovem que serei,
                                   Db               Bbm7                                                             Ab                           Gb 
Mas isso é natural, nada de estranho nós mudamos e mudamos,
                                                                       Db                           Ab4/7   Ab   Ab4/7   Ab 
Mas no fundo é tudo igual, tudo igual.
                         Db                                                                                                       Bbm7               Ab 
Tiro as roupas de inverno, com o desejo de partir para casa,
                               Gb                                                                       Db 
Onde os ventos da cidade não vão me ferir,
 Bbm7                                 Ab4/7   Ab   Ab4/7   Ab 
Me pedir pra voltar...
                   Db                                                                                                       Bbm7 
E no ringue um pugilista, lutador por profissão,
               Ab                                                                         Gb                                     Ab 
Ele guarda as lembranças, das luvas que os jogaram ao chão,
           Db                                                                                                                             Bm7 
Bateram até gritar de dor, com raiva e humilhação.
                                       Ab                                           Gb 
Vou me embora, vou me embora,
                                                             Db                           Ab 
Mas o lutador não vai, não vai não,
 Gb                                 Db 
Não, não vai não!