"Three little birds, sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon ,
so sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes,
We’ve got it wrong, but it's alright.
The more things seem to change,
the more they stay the same.
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on,
tell me your favourite song.
You go ahead, let your hair down.
Sapphire and faded jeans,
I hope you get your dreams.
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow."
"Mas há dias em que nada faz sentido /E o sinais que me ligam ao mundo se desligam..."
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