Leave your minds open, lift your souls up to the stars. Memories come to me like stones of sickening sounds; please, help me, turn it down. Keep your ears awake, when the music starts to play. Phrases come to me like stone of sickening sounds; please, help me, turn it down. Yes, I'm still well alive, and I've still got this life. Well, your music sounds loud, I can't bear with it now. I prefer to go home where the chords are more sound. Now I had much enough; help me, please, turn it down..
The lights go on, the lights go off when things don't feel right. I lie down like a tired dog, licking his wounds in the shade. When I feel alive, I try to immagine a careless life, a scenic world where the sunsets are all breathtaking.
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Somewhere along the way, my hopefulness turned to sadness. Somewhere along the way, my sadness turned to bitterness. Somewhere along the way, my bitterness turned to anger. Somewhere along the way, my anger turned to vengeance. And the ones that I made pay were never the ones who deserved it; and the ones who deserved it, they'll never understand it. Yes, I know I'm goin' to hell in a purple basket; at least I'll be in another world while you're pissin' on my casket. How could you be so perfect for me? Why can't you ignore the things I did before? Somewhere along the way, exacting vengeance gave excitement. Somewhere along the way, that excitement turned to pleasure. Somewhere along the way, that pleasure turned to madness. Sooner or later that kind of madness turns into pain. And the ones that I made pay were never the ones who deserved it; those who helped me along the way, I smacked them as I thanked them. Yes, I know I'm goin' to hell in a leather jacket; at least I'll be in another world while you're pissin' on my casket. All that I can do is sing a song of faded glory; all you got to do is sit there, look great, and make them horny. Together we'll sing songs and tell exaggerated stories about the way we feel today in the night and in the morning. How could you be so perfect for me? Why can't you ignore the things I did before? Take all your fears, pretend they're all true; take all your plans, pretend they fell through. But that's what it's like, that's what it's like for most people in this world..
When I look in the mirror, I can't believe what I see. Tell me, who's that funky dude staring back at me? Broken, beaten down; can't even get around without an old-woman cane. I fall and hit the ground, shivering in the cold; I'm bitter and alone. Excuse the bitching, I shouldn't complain; I should have no feeling, 'cos feeling is pain. As everything I need is denied me, and everything I want is taken away from me; but who do I got to blame? Nobody but me. And I don't wanna be an old woman anymore; it's been a year or two since I was out on the floor, shaking booty, making sweet love all the night. It's time I got back to the good life, it's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track. I wanna go back, yeah! Screw this crap, I've had it! I ain't no Mrs. Cool; I'm a pig, I'm a dog. So excuse me if I drool; I ain't gonna hurt nobody, ain't gonna cause a scene; just need to admit that I want sugar in my tea . Hear me, I want sugar in my tea! I don't wanna be an old woman anymore; it's been a year or two since I was out on the floor, shaking booty, making sweet love all the night. It's time I got back to the good life, it's time I got back, it's time I got back..
JAJAJ, cuánta seriedad junta, muchachas ♥ . Btw, esa foto sólo me recuerda cómo necesito unas vacaciones YA!
Y cuánto las quiero también, pero ustedes no se lo digan a nadie (:
So far away; come on, I'll take you far away. Let's get away; come on, let's make a get away. Once you have loved someone this much; you doubt it could fade. Despite how much you'd like it to; God, how you'd like it to fade. Let's fade together. If we get away, you know we might just stay away; so stay awake, why the hell should I stay awake when you're far away? Oh, God, you are so far away. I looked your wall, saw that old passport photograph; I look like I've just jumped the Berlin Wall. Berlin, I love you; I'm starting to fade. Let's fade together..
I rewrite my life beneath the moonlight; please hold me now, 'till my breath runs out. There are many things that I am not, but there's one thing that I can't deny. A double bluff you fed me lines; the shortest cut you're searching for. A mesh of tones surround your eyes; I wish I knew how it came to this. I always said you could rely on me, now it seems that I was wrong. I want you to stay, I want you to stay with me. Cos nothing works round here, where cranes collect the sky; I long for the neon signs of night, cos nothing works round here. You know the way I feel, can you remember what we had? Why do you think I over take? I speak to you and you say no. A camera runs just to collect; I wish I knew how it came to this. You know the way I feel, can you remember what we had? As time gets more compressed, you're always my reminder. A lifetime disappears, can you remember what we had? As time gets more compressed, you're always my reminder, you're always my reminder. You know the way I feel..
Demasiado genial el show que dieron ayer ♥
My shadow side so amplified, keeps coming back dissatisfied; elementary, son, but it's so. My love affair with everywhere was innocent, why do you care? Someone start the car, time to go. You're the best I know. My sunny side has up and died, I'm betting that when we collide the universe will shift into a low. The travesties that we have seen are treating me like Benzedrine; automatic laughter from a pro. My, what a good day for a walk outside; I'd like to get to know you a little better, baby; God knows that I really tried. My, what a good day for a take out bride; I'd like to say we did it for the better of. I saw you there so unaware, those hummingbirds all in your hair; elementary, son, but it's so. I thought about it and I brought it out; I'm motivated by the lack of doubt, I'm consecrated but I'm not devout. The mother, the father, the daughter, yeah. Right on the verge, just one more dose, I'm traveling from coast to coast. My theory isn't perfect, but it's close. I'm almost there, why should I care? My heart is hurting when I share someone open up and let it show. You don't form in the wet sand, You don't form at all. You don't form in the wet sand, I do..
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