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ÉRAMOS TRÊS
Sebastião é um homem raro,                                                                    Leva a família nas costas.                                                                        Ele é rato no baralho,                                                                                E não é que ele gosta.                                                                             -                                                                                                           Dona Antônia domina a casa,                                                                       Vê novela todo dia.                                                                               Bobeou,ela fala´´Vaza,´´                                                                           Sobra ate pra Tia Maria.                                                                              -                                                                                                        Tia Maria é inocente,                                                                              Não entende quase nada.                                                                         Às vezes engana a gente,                                                                        Dorme só de madrugada.                                                                        -                                                                                                        Quando os três batem de frente,                                                           Haja tanta falação.                                                                                No domingo minha gente,                                                                        Tem ate negociação.                                                                           -                                                                                                          Mas no fundo,eles se amam,                                                                 É difícil acreditar.                                                                                  Se dão trégua no domingo,                                                                     Na segunda vão brigar.                                                                                                                                            
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Enviado por zezezus em 15/02/2014
Alterado em 16/02/2014
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