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Saudade Amarga Dos Mates

Tom: F

Introdução: F#    C#7    F#    C#7    

                     F#    C#7    F#  
                                          C#7                                                                 F#  
Meu mate ficou amargo e as tardes mais compridas
                                             C#7                                                              F#  
Saudade calçou esporas por se cansar dessa vida
                                                          C#7                                                                 F#  
As noites deitam em silêncio, trazendo luas de outono
                                                          C#7                                                              F#  
E o rancho adormece quieto no mais completo abandono
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 C#7    F#    C#7)  
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                                                  C#7                                                         F#  
Triste no rancho solito, mateando na tua ausência
                                                C#7                                                              F#  
Chega amargar a palavra, judiando minha existência
                                                     C#7                                                                      F#  
No lugar dos nossos sonhos que apontavam um só caminho
                                                  C#7                                                            F#  
Hoje só restam lembranças pra quem mateia sozinho
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 C#7    F#    C#7)  
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                                                C#7                                                                 F#  
A tarde nubla meus olhos, ofuscando as belas cores
                                                        C#7                                                            F#  
Tal qual garoa guasqueada que castiga os corredores
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Trazendo os frios do inverno pra um templário coração
                                                  C#7                                                      F#  
Que adormece amargurado por cansar da solidão
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 C#7    F#    C#7)  
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                                                  C#7                                                              F#  
As horas se passam lentas na preguiça dos ponteiros
                                             C#7                                                            F#  
E um galo recita versos, poema de amor campeiro
                                                C#7                                                            F#  
Parece cantar teu nome, por conhecer minha dor
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E sabe que o tempo é curto pra quem vive de amor
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