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Wow Niiice!
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Eliana, sua limda!
(Source: iheartdulcemaria, via trufadechocolate)
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Burn.
(Source: mynameis-sue, via bipolarities)
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It’s not my fault!
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Seventeen seconds and I’m over it
Ready for the disconnect
Putting on a brave face
Trying not to listen
To the voices in the back of my head
(But it’s alright now)
It’s a distant memory, baby
(Alright now)
You know you should just let it go
But some feelings have a habit of persisting
Even though you wouldn’t let it show
Wearing me out
(All this)
Hanging around
(It just starts)
Getting me down
(‘Till I’m just)
Looking for an easy way out
Braindead from boredom
I’m led to distraction
Scratching the surface of life
Nothing really happens
But it’s easy to keep busy
When you tell yourself you’re travelling right
(But it’s alright now)
Was it really worth it, baby?
(Alright now)
Was it just a waste of time?
Keep on second-guessing
Use my memory like a weapon
On everything I try
Wearing me out
(All this)
Hanging around
(It just starts)
Getting me down
(‘Till I’m just)
Looking for an easy way out
Wearing me out
(It’s alright now)
Hanging around
(Alright now)
Getting me down
(It’s alright now)
Looking for an easy way outThis music was made to me!
Gotye - Easy Way Out
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When the cotillion arrived
We threw out the television
Model d 575
Has custom flute presets
And harmony-plus in addition
Now for an arm and a leg
We get three half-dozen beats to choose from
So now we can pretend
That there’s an orchestra in the loungeroom
I put the genie bass on
So my left hand can play the choir
With 16ft diapason
And lowrey’s patented orchestral symphonizer
Banjo’s great on repeat
The kids want to play but they’ll have to be patient
The wife can’t help tapping her feet
It’s a genuine home entertainment revelation
State of the art
(hold the phone, it’s so)
State of the art
[listen to the difference!]
(oh my god, it’s so)
State of the art
[by use of a computer]
State of the art
Now we don’t want to go out
When we could spend the night
At home with the cotillion
Invite the neighbours around
Start the bossanova beat and
Limbo from the living to the kitchen
Enjoy the state of the art
The magic swing piano really is astounding
Now we can’t tell them apart
But these amazing simulations end up
Sounding even better than the real thing
State of the art
(hold the phone, it’s so)
[computer controlled tone colour]
State of the art
[the marriage of music to computers is quite natural]
(oh my god, it’s so)
State of the art
[it is time to hear the results]Loved this videoclip!
Gotye - State Of The Art
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Now your bowl is empty
And your feet are cold
And your body cannot stop rocking
I know
It hurts to let go
Since the day we found you
You have been our friend
And your voice still
Echoes in the hallway of this house
But now
It’s the end
We will be with you
When you’re leaving
We will be with you
When you go
We will be with you
And hold you till you’re quiet
It hurts to let you go
We will be with you
You will stay with usGotye - Bronte
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I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets that I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
“Now the old king is dead!
Long live the king!”
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the worldColdplay - Viva La Vida
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Indeed.
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@.@ OOOOOOOw *_____*
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Biatch, I’m FABULOUS!
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BEST SHOW EVER!
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