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Uma conjunção de fatores adversos em um "bad brain day" e pronto: Circuitos fecham, reações fogem do controle e neguinho perde a razão e um mon te de coisas materiais na tempestade que se abate.

Daí é óculos de sol que se parte, relógio com visor quebrado, coisas a que dou (dava) valor perdidas por um simples ataque de imbecilidade movida a Espírito de Minas.

Man, I'm so fucking tired.

E como diriam os Beatles:

You're gonna lose that girl (Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lo-o-ose that girl (Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

If you don't take her out tonight
You're gonna find her gone (You're gonna find her gone)
And I will take her out tonight
And I will treat her kind (I'm gonna treat her kind)
You're gonna lose that girl (Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lo-o-ose that girl (Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

If you don't treat her right, my friend
You're gonna find her gone (You're gonna find her gone)
And I will treat her right, and then
You'll be the lonely one (You're not the only one)
You're gonna lose that girl (Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lo-o-ose that girl (Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lo-o-ose... (Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

I'll make a point of takin' her away from you (Watch what you do) yeah
The way you treat her, what else can I do?