In red, blue, green.



Let's fight the men of science; cold, calculating, Desperate Dans. The sex fiends and angry hippies; the schnooky schnooks and the glamour pusses, and the box men and bin men, yes men and no men. And the no way nevers, and the no way nevers, and the no way nevers. Bright young things; sugars and spices, slices and dices, and the fools. Bright young things; sugars and spices, slices and dices, and the faithful's found a way to colour it in.

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'Cause I'm like a Rolling Stone.



Tell me we're rockers to swallow, tell me we're knockers to bite . And out of the beats of tomorrow, tell me what beat fills the night. No need for those; it's all over your clothes, it's all over your face, it's all over your nose. No need for those; it's all over your clothes, it's all over your face, it's all over your nose.
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JAJAJ ni el facebook me deja subir esas fotos. Son tan geniales como desastrosas.
Y con dolor de panza, de cabeza o lo que sea, Luna here we go (:
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Ten years we've been friends.



You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing; you pick the insects off plants, no time to think of consequences. Control yourself, take only what you need from it; a family of trees wantin' to be haunted. Control yourself, take only what you need from it; a family of trees wantin' to be haunted. The water is warm, but it's sending me shivers; a baby is born, crying out for attention. Memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror. Decisions to decisions are made and not fought, but I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot; I guess not. Control yourself, take only what you need from it.
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Los quiero un montón, ¿sabían? ♥
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There's the truth that they can't see.



I'm a realist, I'm a romantic, I'm an indecisive piece of shit. I'm a realist, I'm a romantic, I am indecisive and that's about it. And you dream that's the same thing, that's the same life you lead; I don't agree and so you drink. Don't wanna think, that's cos your mind is already made up. I'm a realist, I'm a romantic, I'm an indecisive piece of shit. I admit it, I'm up to my old tricks; did you see her eyes? Oh, no, I tried. She looked surprised. And you dream that's the same thing, that's the same life you lead; I don't agree and so you drink. Don't wanna think, that's cos your mind is already made up. I know that it's only a matter of time before you know it; I'll be leaving town. Seen it in your eyes, no one will ever do, no one will ever do for you.
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Ese cartel tenía la posta ♥. ¡Que lindas tardes esas que pasamos con los benditos carteles!
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Up to heaven, up forever.



Sailing silver waves, trough the skies and round your eyes, and in the pockets of the tide a meeting place by night. Sequin covered swans that are used to make their own mosaic's; a ceremony comes, an exponential fate. The dance of the cosmos shows, the stitches of space that slowly come and go . The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below. A whiporwhill in flight, turns east towards westphalia. In search of lost time, with the magic of true light. Tone zodiac in tune, with the fossils of our themepark; and falling from the seams, is a steeple swarmed light.
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Take your car and drive away.



I live my life the best I can, but since being here I don't know. Oh! I have to go. Oh! I have to go. I have to go now! You speak your mind but I don't hear words. You take advice from the worst. Oh! I have to go. I say, oh! I have to go. I have to go now!

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Celebrate the irony.


Can you hear the sleigh bells coming around the bend? Here comes our darkest end, Christmas is here. It’s about nights extend into the overdraft, to scrape out what is left at the end of the year. Turn back to the future off, I’ve seen it before; maybe every year and more it’s great, but not again. What’s that burning? what’s that burning? My mum shrieks down while she’s touching up her brow for when the family arrive. And the red wine plummets down and we should all be in out beds, but it’s right wing versus left til the wings fall off our heads. And is this Christmas? Is this Christmas? Is this Christmas, my dear? Don’t you just love Christmas? Everybody loves Christmas. Everybody loves Christmas.
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Esa foto ♥ JAJAJ. La veo y me acuerdo... las luces -nono jajaja. Los quiero mucho mucho (:
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History books forgot about us.



Night falls and towns become circuit boards; we can beat the sun as long as we keep moving. From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares; and all I know is that you're sat here right next to me. We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe; right now I feel each and every fragment. This paper trail leads right back to you; you say you need me to step outside. You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes; you passed me up so as not to break a promise. Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run; said you knew that this would happen. Well, this is something new but it turns out it was borrowed too; why does every let down have to be so thin? Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed; I feel the weight upon your kiss, ambiguous. You have to leave, I appreciate that; but I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp. Two bodies in motion; this is a matter of fact, it wasn't built to last. You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes; you passed me up so as not to break a promise. Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run; said you knew that this would happen. The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall; and we decided just to write after all, after all.
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este teema ♥ ♥
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She must've been 16 or 18.


She's only 18, don't like the Rolling Stones; she took the shortcut to being fully grown. She's got that mood ring, a little sister rose; the smell of Springsteen, a pair of pantyhose. The talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette; she said "my man, you know it's time you get your fingers wet". The last I heard from you, you were screaming "handle it". Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto its head; the book of love will long be laughing after you are dead. Fascinated by the look of you and what was said; make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed.
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Gracias a todos por los saludos y demás (:
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We'll wish this never ends.



Remember how it used to be when the sun would fill up the sky, remember how we used to feel; those days would never end, those days would never end. Remember how it used to be when the stars would fill the sky, remember how we used to dream; those nights would never end, those nights would never end. It was the sweetness of your skin, it was the hope of all we might have been; that fills me with the hope to wish impossible things. But now the sun shines cold and all the sky is grey; the stars are dimmed by clouds and tears. And all I wish is gone away, all I wish is gone away. All I wish is gone away.
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Parece que nos iban a fusilar, pero NO! Estábamos pidiendo deseos (? jaja. Quiero frío, quiero Bariló ♥
Y ese temita, ese temiita :')
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Wanna be Jim Morrison.



You've been with me a year to the day; 365 days watching me decay. We used to talk about girls who play guitars; we used to talk about plans in tiny bars. In the gaps, inbetween words, are the things that really intrigue me. It's the gasps and the sighs that say more about what's inside you. We used to climb up on a high horse everytime; we used to talk about boys with missing spines. It's her life and her life is worth living; it never struck her to pause for one minute. The path of excess just led to boredom; you've lived your life with your mouth wide open. It's her life and her life is worth living; it never struck her just to pause for one minute. When you lie on my bed and you label me your friend; don't you know how much that hurts? You could pretend and I wouldn't know; I could be who you wanted in the dark.

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Nostalgy officially begins.



There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard; no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart. Our dreams, they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving. Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart, like 'why are we here?' and 'where do we go?' and 'how come it's so hard?'. It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving; I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together. It's always better when we're together; yeah, we'll look at the stars and we're together. And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight, but I know that they’ll be gone when the morning light sings and brings new things. For tomorrow night you see that they’ll be gone too; too many things I have to do. But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene, I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between. Yeah It's always better when we're together.

Oficialmente, se terminó. Gracias French por tantos años hermosos ♥.

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We won't be seventeen forever.



Oh, she's only seventeen; whine, whine, whine, weep over everything. Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street; brothers fighting, when's the baby gonna sleep? Heaving ship too sails away; said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session. It's a tick of our time and the tic in his head that made me feel so strange. So I could call you baby, I could call you dammit; it's a one in a million. Oh, it's the rolling of your Spanish tongue that made me wanna stay.

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Friends will be friends.



El otoño está acá, oye el grito; de nuevo a la escuela, suena el timbre. Nuevos zapatos, melancolía caminante; escala el cerco, libros y lapiceras. Puedo decirte que vamos a ser amigas. Camina conmigo, Suzy Lee, a través del parque y junto al árbol. Descansaremos sobre la tierra y miraremos a todos los bichos que encontremos. Luego caminaremos a salvo hacia la escuela, sin ningún sonido. Bueno, acá estamos, no hay nadie más; caminamos a la escuela por nuestra cuenta. Hay suciedad en nuestros uniformes, por perseguir todas las hormigas y los gusanos. Nos limpiamos y ahora es tiempo de aprender: números, letras, aprender a deletrear; verbos y libros, y mostrar y decir. En el recreo, vamos a jugar con una pelota; de nuevo a las clases, a través del recibidor, la profesora marcará nuestra altura contra la pared. Y no nos damos cuenta de como el tiempo pasa, no nos damos cuenta de nada; nos sentamos lado a lado en todas las clases. La profesora piensa que yo sueno graciosa, pero le gusta la forma en que cantás. Esta noche voy a soñar mientras esté en mi cama, cuando tontos pensamientos pasen por mi cabeza sobre bichos y el abecedario. Y cuando me levante mañana, puedo apostar que vos y yo vamos a volver a caminar juntas, porque puedo asegurar que vamos a ser amigas.
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La puse en castellano para vos, para la negra más negra de todas (: . Gracias por todos estos años de estupideces y buenos momentos. Mañana te espero con los matecitos jaja. Te quiero muchísimo amiga. Y, como ya te dije, por muchos, muchos años más ♥.

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This house is a Circus.



Sweeping the floors, open up the doors; turn on the lights, get ready for the night. Nobody's romancing cause it's too early for dancing, but here comes the music. Bright lights flashing to cover up you; like so many people, so many problem, so many reasons to buy another round, drink it down; just another night on the town. With the big man, money man, better than the other man; he got the plan with the million-dollar, give a damn; when nobody understand, he'll become a smaller man. The bright lights keep flashing and the women keep dancing with the clowns; Pick me up when I'm down. Rodeo clowns, they pick me up when I'm down. The disco ball's spinning, all the music and the women and the shots of tequila, man, they'll say that they need ya; what they really need, is just a little room to breathe. A teeny-bopping disco queen, she barely understands; her dreams are belly-button rings and other kinds of things, symbolic of change, but the thing that is strange is the change has occurred.
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JAJAJA, las payasas del French ♥. Las quiero mucho !
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