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Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I donīt need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but itīs alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, donīt you hesitate.
Go, 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.
Youīre gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the road side,
(just relax, just relax)
Donīt you let those other boys fool you,
Gotta love that afro hairdo.
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but itīs alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Donīt you think itīs strange?
Go, 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.
Youīre gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Just more than I could take, pity for pityīs sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you donīt even have to try any longer.
Do what you want to.
Go, 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.
Go, 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.
Oh, Youīre gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
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Escuchar el CD: Varios - Los N 1 de Cadena 100 (2007) 
