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Vamos fazer deste dia um dia diferente XII
(a ouvir Rock ´n´Roll Lady dos Barclay James Harvest, dedicado ao Sr. Goucha que está na TVI e vai resolver os problemas da ignorância da juventude com aquelas senhoras que lá estão e aquela menina loura... o que eu tenho perdido por não ver as manhãs da TVI )
In the light of the night
Trying hard to forget
All the cries and the lies
Of the people she met.
Hypnotised by the sight
That you're seeing and yet
Can't disguise in her eyes
There's a look of regret.
So she drifts into tomorrow
Maybe she can find a better way
To love and see her sorrow
Vanish in the haze.
Rock'n'roll lady
Keep on trying
Like the sand that is washed on the shore
Don't believe all the tears and crying
She's running back for more.
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