Dor de Cotovelo
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Dor de Cotovelo
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Êta dor de cotovelo danada
Quase morro de ciúme e despeito
Êta dor de cotovelo danada
Eu procuro esconder, mas não tem jeito
Briguei com ela e mandei ela embora
Me arrependo porque agora ela não quer mais voltar
Viver sozinho como eu vivo é muito chato
Só de ver o seu retrato encho a cara e vou chorar
Nunca pensei que doesse desse jeito
Aqui dentro do meu peito a paixão veio morar
Eu reconheço que fui eu mesmo o culpado
Por isso sou obrigado a sofrer sem reclamar
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