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First try

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Понедельник, 25 Февраля 2008 г. 19:25 + в цитатник
whaaaat (Брендон_Ури) все записи автора

This town just wasn’t made for two
But when the streets they call my name, what can I do?
There’s a place I’d like to visit there someday

And if you decline my invitation, what can I say?
What can I say?
What can I say?

When the corner light is dimmed on the street
And all the faces looked confused on those you meet
Tell your friends that I’ll be dead when you read this
Tell them I couldn’t take the pain of loneliness
Of loneliness
Of loneliness

I am feeling low
And I’m singing in my sleep when you’re around, will you comfort me?
I’ll dream of you
And the smile that you give, to me
You give to me
You give to me

It’s the same thing everyday
Because we run out of things to say
If you’re gone and me not here
It kind of sheds a different light on the whole year
On the whole year
On the whole year

I am feeling good
And I’m singing in my sleep when you’re around, will you comfort me?
I’ll dream of you
And the smile that you give, to me
You give to me
You give to me
You give to me

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Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off...

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Понедельник, 25 Февраля 2008 г. 18:52 + в цитатник
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Песенка

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Понедельник, 25 Февраля 2008 г. 17:01 + в цитатник
katara17 (Брендон_Ури) все записи автора Настроение сейчас - Coool!

Camisado(Panic at the disco)

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events



В колонках играет - Panic at the disco
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Nine In The Afternoon(текст песни)

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Понедельник, 25 Февраля 2008 г. 14:19 + в цитатник
Правое_ПолуПопие (Брендон_Ури) все записи автора

Nine In The Afternoon

Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah, we're feeling so good
Picking up things we shouldn't read
Looks like the end of history as we know
It's just the end of the world
Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as love, you could, you can
Into a place where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon
And we know that it could be
And we know that it should
And you know that you feel it too
‘Cause it's nine in the afternoon
And your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ‘cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ‘cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
Back to the street, down to our feet
Losing the feeling of feeling unique
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place where we used to say,
"Man it feels good to feel this way"
Now I know what I mean
Back to the street, back to the place
Back to the room where it all began
Back to the room where it all began
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ‘cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ‘cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ‘cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon

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Time to dance

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Четверг, 20 Декабря 2007 г. 21:49 + в цитатник
whaaaat (Брендон_Ури) все записи автора Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
Cause that's just ridiculously on.
Well, she sure is going to get it
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines line the walls now
The walls line the bullet holes

Have some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrong
[x2]

Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!
When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"
"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"

She didn't choose this role
But she'll play it and make it sincere
So you cry, you cry
(Give me a break)
But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood
At her feet
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams
(Give me a break)

Have some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrong
[x2]

Come on this is screaming "Photo op." op...[x2]
Come on
Come on
This is screaming
This is screaming
This is screaming "Photo op."

Boys will be boys baby
Boys will be boys
Boys will be boys baby
Boys will be boys...

Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!
When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"
"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"

Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and boys will be boys
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams

На Русском(перевод)
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