As Favoritas da Júlia (parte 1)

Put your records on

Corinne Bailey Rae

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 favorite 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.

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