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Férias. Com seis letras apenas se escreve a panaceia para todas as misérias.
Cá vos deixo um recadinho, em estrangeiro e sem traduzir, o que constitui uma espécie de tpc de Verão. Ouçam os "Papas Fritas". E gozem as férias, se e quando...

Holiday

Nine to five and I'm going out of my mind
You know what I mean
Staring down the streetlights
Watching all the uptights
Reading magazines
I'm God's gift to myself
Guess I need some help
Nine to five and I'm going out of my mind
Take one of these -- on your holiday
I still can't breathe, but I feel okay
I don't want to do the things that you do
I don't want to hang around with you
Take one of these -- on your holiday
I still can't breathe, but I feel okay
Don't move a muscle, just let it burn
Don't move a muscle, there's one thing you should learn
That money's something I could never earn