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Quando os desejos se tornam música... Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When the head of state didn’t play guitar, Not everybody drove a car, When music really mattered and radio was king, When accountants didn’t have control And the media couldn’t buy your soul And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When popstars still remained a myth And ignorance could still be bliss And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale When my mom and dad were in their teens And anarchy was still a dream And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In