Cifras para Guitarra Inimputável Imanência

Tono:  E
                                                                  
Eb
                    
Bb
 
E há um tempo atrás eu descobri
                  
Gm
                                    
Eb
 
Que não estávamos sós
                                                                              
Bb
 
E eu vi nascer dentro de mim
Gm
                                                                            
Fm
 
Uma nova voz que me guiou.
                                                                                  
Eb
            
Bb
 
E eu também descobri que todos nós
              
Gm
 
Fazemos parte de um todo
                                                                            
Eb
 
E que se formos capazes de nos organizar
            
Bb
 
E entre nós nos completar,
                  
Gm
                                            
Fm
                          
C#5
 
Viveremos, prevaleceremos aqui,
                          
C5
 
Como sempre foi.
                      
Eb
                                        
Bb
                        
Gm
 
Procurei outro caminho   percorrer
                                                                                          
Eb
                                
Bb
                        
Gm
 
Mas nem de longe pude ver alguma salvação pra mim.
                          
Eb
                                        
Bb
                                      
Gm
 
E mesmo temendo eu me entreguei,
                                                                                          
Eb
 
Fiz o que tinha que fazer,
                              
Bb
                            
Gm
 
Me desfiz do velho eu.
              
Fm
 
E agora... Dói...
                                                                                                                          
Eb
 
Saber que não vai ser como já foi,
                                                                                                    
Fm
 
Que não existe cura para nós,
                                                                                                                                    
Eb
 
Que o amanha talvez não seja o depois
                                                                                                          
Fm
 
Nesse loop eterno de repetições
                                                                                            
Eb
 
De idas e vindas sem lembrar,
                                                                                                                                              
Fm
 
De uma samsara que protege ao apagar
                                                                                                                      
Eb
 
Que talvez sejamos frutos do acaso
                                                                                                                              
C#5
 
E o nosso arquiteto já esteja enterrado.
                                                            
Eb
 
Existem outras vidas,
                                                                                                                                                
C#5
 
E os que lembram são chamados de loucos,
                                        
Eb
 
Mas só os loucos são chamados.
G#5
                                                                                    
F#5
                                                                                          
F5
 
Não, eu não espero aprovação muito menos qualquer perdão,
                                                                                                                          
Eb
 
Pois só sigo o que sinto ser minha missão.
                                                    
G#5
                
F#5
 
E eu me escutei, não sei se foi o certo
                          
F5
                    
Eb
 
Mas agora de nada adianta,
                                          
C#
                                                                                          
Fm
 
Porque o velho homem morreu em mim.
                                  
Eb
                                              
C#
                                        
Fm
 
E os que sobram são caçados aos poucos.