Duda Brack - É

Lata de Tinta

Cê diz que isso aqui tá na pindaíba
Sem saída dentro do avião, sem navegador
Carece de costura uma nova postura
Tá na bancarrota sem produtor

Cê diz que nossa canção tá sem melodia
Parece dia triste de chuva, setembro sem flor
Virou ladainha, é verdade, nossa bossa nova virou rock and roll
E não há Nelson Mota, nem Pasquale que possa dar jeito

Meu amor, não adianta tanto drible, tanta finta
Pois o amor quando desbota
Nem mesmo mil latas de tinta
Deixa de lado tanta sede de vingança e mete o pé de vez

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Writer(s): Paulo Tadeu Soares De Lamar, Elio Camalle
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