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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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.

Me gusta mucho este tema. Y, bueno, ¿a ustedes dos que les puedo decir? ♥

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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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And, of course, twelve major chords.

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.

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In my blanket of clouds, dreaming aloud.

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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Good times keep rolling, got to escape now.

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.

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I don't wanna be told to grown up!

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.

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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 (:
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Getting older, feeling colder, going wilder.

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.

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Say that you'll stay forever and a day.

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.

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Demasiado genial el show que dieron ayer ♥
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