But I can't help the feeling.

Voy caminando de vuelta hacia vos, hoy este fuerte viento que sopla es para mí. Hoy cuanta gente, hoy, desconfía de vos; sin embargo, hoy te quiero más. Estoy tan cansada y acostumbrada a no esperar nada de vos. Igual que ayer no estoy; igual que ayer me voy soñando, esperando un milagro de vos.

The higher you go, the harder you fall.

Two jumps in a week; I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop. You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop. You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not. Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry. Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry. Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk. All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love. They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out; they're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out. Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry. Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry. It's the best thing that you've ever had, the best thing that you've ever, ever had. It's the best thing that you've ever had; the best thing you've had has gone away. Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry. Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry.

And it'll be always stuck in your mind.

Toda esa gente que ven ahi fue denominada «Contingente», y hay que admitir que algo de soldados, con eso de hacer todo a horario, teníamos. Con ese grupo pasé diez días excelentes. Como en todo viaje, hubo cosas malas (de hecho, creo que el primer día fue para el olvido para unos cuantos), pero en resumen sólo puedo decir que la pasé GENIAL, y sé que es quedarme corta. Hubo risas y llantos, peleas y reconciliaciones, poco sueño y mucha joda, mateadas a la madrugada, charlas a cualquier hora, tragos locos y el contrabando de alcohol de la mano de los misioneros, charlas y comentarios desubicados de lo que fue bautizado por alguien como el trío, gente buena onda del hotel, quilombos y cagadas las 24 horas del día y demasiadas cosas que no se me vienen a la cabeza. Se van a extrañar las frases para entendidos al estilo de «Frotá el ekeko y pedí tres deseos», «no agités, no agités», «toda la merca», «dale, conchuda», «a nosotras nos gustan las cosas grandes», «mame, ¿de qué te disfrazaste?», «dejá de coparme la habitación de chapulines», «boluuuuda, hay que terminar la monografía», o esas cosas que cantábamos por los pasillos, al estilo de «todos con el culo en la pared, llegó juliaana» JAJA. Por Dios, gracias a las chicas de «lo que pasa en la cuatro, queda en la cuatro» por compartir la habitación del pueblo conmigo. Gracias a los chicos del French por esas lágrimas y esas risas que compartimos como cierre de una etapa que vivimos juntos. Gracias al Contingente por la buena onda que le pusieron, como también a Nahui y al Tano que se portaron de diez con nosotros. No tengo más que decir que de Bariloche 2009 no me olvido nunca, nunca más.
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Bariloche botoooon, Bariloche botooon, te pasaste volando la puta madre que te parioo ♪

We have no control.

The day dream whispers enter into my head, so I turn to you for another point of view. I remember well, you’ve got those broken footsteps too; and from these tired eyes, we rascalize and find our way through. Because we know exactly where we want to go to; all aboard the adventure, all aboard our adventure, our adventure, our adventure. All aboard the adventure, all aboard our adventure, all aboard the adventure, all aboard our adventure, our adventure, our adventure, our adventure. And from these tired eyes, we Rascalize and find our way through.
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Bariló, Bariló ♪ . Aaaaaaa lo que venimos esperando desde que empezó el año es YA, YA! Se me vienen demasiadas cosas a la cabeza como para decir algo coherente y, por pelotudo que parezca, tengo los ojos llenos de largimas. Toda una vida con esas personas y mañana nos vamos a festejar el final de una etapa que compartimos juntos. Gracias por todo gente, no puedo dejar de repetirselos ♥ . Mañana nos vamos y no volvemos maaaas (: . See ya pipol ! -

Honey, please, don't shed no tears.

Now then Mardy Bum, I've seen your frown and it's like looking down the barrel of a gun. And it goes off, and out come all these words; oh, there's a very pleasant side to you, a side I much prefer. It's one that laughs and jokes around; remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah, to get things off the ground. And it was up, up and away; oh, but it's right hard to remember that on a day like today when you're all argumentative, and you've got the face on. Well now then Mardy Bum; oh, I'm in trouble again, aren't I? I thought as much, 'cause you turned over there, pulling that silent disappointment face, the one that I can't bear. Can't we laugh and joke around? Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah, to get things off the ground. And it was up, up and away; oh, but it's right hard to remember that on a day like today when you're all argumentative, and you've got the face on. Yeah, I'm sorry I was late, but I missed the train and then the traffic was a state. And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate that reoccurs. Oh, when you say I don't care; but of course I do, yeah, I clearly do !
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1, 2, 3, 4 ! ♥

Forget about the sunshine when it's gone.

When I was young, lying in the grass; I felt so safe in a warming bath of sunlight, of sunlight. Fast open sky could do no harm; like an embrace of a mothers arms, in sunlight, in sunlight, in sunlight, in sunlight. With every year that came to pass, more clouds appear until the sky went black; and now there's no sunlight, no sunlight. And now there's no sunlight, no sunlight anymore. You dissapeared with the same speed, the idealistic things I believed, the optimist died inside of me; no sunlight, no sunlight, no sunlight, no sunlight. You dissapeared with the same speed, the idealistic thing I believed, the optimist died inside of me; no sunlight, no sunlight, no sunlight, no sunlight, no sunlight anymore.

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Seeeeeiiiis, entendés? Seis jodidos días :D

Laughs and jokes around.

I'm taking a ride with my best friend, I hope he never lets me down again; I know where he's taking me, taking me where I wanna be. I'm taking a ride with my best friend. We're flying high, watching the world pass us by. Never want to come down, never want to put my feet back down on the ground. I'm taking a ride with my best friend, I hope he never lets me down again; he promised me I'm safe in his houses, as long as I remember who's wearing the trousers. I hope he never lets me down again. We're flying high, watching the world pass us by; we're flying high, watching the world pass us by. Never want to come down, never want to come down, never want to come down, never want to put my feet back down on the ground. See the stars, they're shining bright; everything's alright tonight. See the stars, they're shining bright; everything's alright tonight.
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1 semanita nada más ♥ AAAAAAAAAAAAAH ! (genial la cara que tiró facha, by the way).

Alcohol, mixed with an empty feeling inside.

This is so weird; am I sleeping? Is this a dream? No! Am I a Mouse? Am I an elephant? And I had just sliced your tongue. So tell me he-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-hey: do you wanna drink some alcohol? I'm just a girl but I have a very strong punch, and I had just broken your nose. Am I a horse? Am I on fire? Am I the curse? Am I the curse? So tell me he-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-hey: do you wanna drink some alcohol? This is so weird; am I sleeping? Is this a dream? No! Am I a Mouse? Am I an elephant? And I had just sliced your tongue. So tell me he-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-hey: do you wanna drink some alcohol?
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9 fucking days ♥

And I'm not sure where I am.

Just because I'm losing, doesn't mean I'm lost, doesn't mean I'll stop, doesn't mean I will cross. Just because I'm hurting, doesn't mean I'm hurt, doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve, no better and no worse. I just got lost; every river that I've tried to cross and every door I ever tried was locked. Oh, oh, and I'm just waiting 'till the shine wears off. You might be a big fish in a little pond, doesn't mean you've won, 'cause along may come a bigger one and you'll be lost. Every river that you tried to cross, every gun you ever held went off. Oh, oh, and I'm just waiting 'till the firing starts. Oh, oh, and I'm just waiting till the shine wears off. Oh, oh, and I'm just waiting 'till the shine wears off.

Again, singing songs about the summer.

We only go out in the summertime; well, it’s gone. Things don’t look too good from the other side, but hold on. Something good is on it’s way, strong enough to force a change. We only go out in the summertime, we only go out in the summertime. Can’t you see the sun here before your eyes? We only go out in the summertime. Suddenly you change and everybody’s fine. We only go out in the summertime, we only go out, in the summertime. Sometimes guilt lays heavy on the mind these days, but who has lived a true and honest life? Anyway way? There are questions to be asked and attitudes to tame; what was once part of the charm, was now part of the shame. Because the bomb refused to part, this bullet has been bitten harder than you will ever know.

Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness !

I heard the truth was built to bend, a mechanism to suspend the guilt is what you are requiring still; you’ve got to dance little liar. Just like those fibbs that pop and fizz, and you’ll be forced to take that awful quiz, and you’re bound to trip and she’ll detect the fiction on your lips and dig a contradiction up. And the clean coming will hurt, and you can never get it spotless when there’s dirt beneath the dirt; the liar takes a lot less time. I’m sure it’s clear and plain to me, it's not an alibi you need just yet; oh, no, it’s something for those beads of sweat; yes, that we’ll get you back to normal. And after you have dabbed the patch you’ll grieve, and then proceed to scratch the varnish off that newly added calmness anekatips.com; so as not to raise any alarms too soon. And the clean coming will hurt, and you can never get it spotless when there’s dirt beneath the dirt; the liar takes a lot less. Time to decide on his saunter, have you got itchy bones. And in all your time alone, can you hack your mind being riddled with the wrong memories?
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Y cada día, con cada canción nueva que escucho, estos muchachos ingleses me gustan más ♥ (si es eso posible). Ah, y Helders, sos mi idolo (otra vez) por no cambiar el look !