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FI cry Gtears of eCmotion Fto spread aGcross the CUSA. FAin't no suGnshine, cowboy, in yCour pockets. I'll make my own Dway, Gwhile I play. CBaby, you forgot you're living. Someone covered Fup your eyes. GIn my way at least I'm Cgiving Gwhat I love, am I wCise? There's Fgonna be sGome cConfusion. And thFere's gonna Gbe a dCay Fyou'll raise your Geyes and you'll Clook to the skies and you'll pDray, while I Gplay.
CI am my father's son or that is Fwhat I heard. GMaybe I got it wCrong. GI didn't mean a Cword. GYou got my face and I'll plCay your ace, Gpretend I haven't hCeard. There's Fgonna be sGome cConfusion. And thFere's gonna Gbe a dCay Fyou'll raise your Geyes and you'll Clook to the skies and you'll pDray, while I Gplay. CI am a minstrel, that is all I wFant to be. GI'll play inside your sCoul, GI'll show you to yoCurself, GI'll fill your head witCh wild emotions, a Gsymphony in wCealth.
There's Fgonna be sGome cConfusion. And thFere's gonna Gbe a dCay Fyou'll raise your Geyes and you'll Clook to the skies and you'll pDray, while I Gplay.
CI will take my leave, I gotta Fmove on time. GI played inside your sCoul, GI made you sing aClong. GI will return to find Cout Gif the melody was Cwrong.
There's Fgonna be sGome cConfusion. And thFere's gonna Gbe a dCay Fyou'll raise your Geyes and you'll Clook to the skies and you'll pDray, while I Gplay.
Sergio André email: sergioemitapoa@hotmail.com