The Girl From Ipanema
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Olha que coisa mas linda mas cheia
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De graca e ela menina que vem
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E que passa num doce balanco a caminho do mar
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Moca do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema
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O seu balancado e mais que um poema
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E a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar
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Ah! Por que estou tao sozinho?
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Ah! Por que tudo e tao triste?
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Ah! A beleza que existe
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A beleza que nao e so minha
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Que tambem passa sozinha
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Ah! se ela soubesse que quando ela passa
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O mundo sorrindo se enche de graca
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E fica mais lindo por causa do amor
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Tall and tan and young and lovely
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking
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And when she passes, each one she passes goes "ahh"
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when she walks she's like a samba
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That swings so cool and sways so gentle
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That when she passes, each one she passes goes "ahh"
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Oh, but he [1: watches 2: sees her] so sadly
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How can he tell her he loves her?
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Yes, he would give his heart gladly
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But each day when she walks to the sea
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She looks straight ahead not at he
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Tall and tan and young and lovely
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking
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And when she passes he smiles, but she doesn't see
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She just doesn't see
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No, she doesn't see
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But she doesn't see
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She doesn't see
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No, she doesn't see
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Tall and tan and young and lovely
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking
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And when she passes he smiles, but she doesn't see
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She just doesn't see
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No, she doesn't see
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But she doesn't see
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She doesn't see
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No, she doesn't see
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The Girl From Ipanema
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| Stan GetzŁ¦Joao Gilberto |
