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Name: vylia
From: Colombia
Location: San Carlos de Bariloche, Rio Negro, Argentina
About me: Someone called me the jellyfish of sand... maybe it's the plain truth or the most attractive lie.
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Thursday, October 11, 2007,12:29 PM
New Order - Bizarre love triangle
Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
it's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
living a life that I can't leave behind

There's no sense in telling me
the wisdom of a fool won't set you free
but that's the way that it goes
and it's what nobody knows
while every day my confusion grows

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
you'll say the words that I can't say

I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like I never should
whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say
why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday

I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else
then I'll never see just what we're meant to be

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
you'll say the words that I can't say
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