A época de exames...

é assim:

He wakes up in the morning 
Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling 
Never changes a thing 
The week ends the week begins 
She thinks, we look at each other 
Wondering what the other is thinking 
But we never say a thing 
These crimes between us grow deeper 

Take these chances 
Place them in a box until a quiter time 
Lights down, you up and die 

Goes to visit his mommy 
She feeds him well his concerns 
He forgets them 
And remembers being small 
Playing under the table and dreaming 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/dave+matthews+band/ants+marching_20036621.html ] 
Take these chances 
Place them in a box until a quieter time 
Lights down, you up and die 
Driving in on this highway 
All these cars and upon the sidewalk 
People in every direction 
No words exchanged 
No time to exchange 

When all the little ants are marching 
Red and black antennas waving 
They all do it the same 
They all do it the same way 
Candyman teasing the thoughts of a 
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss 
Programs cutting the corners 
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut 
On the fence, could not to offend 
Cut, cut, cut, cut 

Take these chances 
Place them in a box until a quieter time 
Lights down, you up and die


A negrito estão as partes principais para quem não tiver tempo de ler a letra toda. Porque hoje em dia o tempo é precioso, para marchar... (Mas também quem nem para isso tiver tempo não devia ver blogs, devia estar antes a estudar ou a marchar).


Claro que também já há por aí muitas formigas que estão de férias. E só apetece pisá-las!