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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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Monday, March 23, 2009,7:43 PM
The Last Shadow Puppets - My mistakes were made for you
About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
my mistakes were made for you
and in the back room of a bad dream, she came
and whisked me away, enthused

And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill
the fact is that it probably will hit something
on the hazardous terrain

And were just following the flock, round
and the in-between, before we smash to smithereens
like they were, and we scrambled from the blame
and it's the fame that put words in her mouth
she couldn't help, but spit them out
innocence and arrogance entwined
in the filthiest of minds

She's was bitten on her birthday, and now
a face in the crowd, she's not
and I suspect that now, forever the shape
she came to escape, it's forgot
and it's alot to ask and not to sting
give her less than everything
around your crooked conscious she will wind

Cos were just following the flock round
and the in-between before we smash to smithereens
like they were, and we scramble from the grain
and it's the fame that put words in her mouth
she couldn't help, but spit them out
around your crooked conscious she will wind
and it's a lot to ask and not to sting
giver her less than everything
innocence and arrogance entwined
posted by vylia
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