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9/13/09
Mañana Humbug! :O

Dejo letra de Crying Lightning,
q aunqe el video sea una mi*rd@
el tema es muy bueno! (Y)

Sat in the café by the cracker factory,
He were practising a magic trick,
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed,
On the last of your pick and mix.

Said your mistaken if you thinking that I am gun’ go cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace,
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper,
Is all you have left and all is going to waste.

Your past-times, consisted of the strange,
And twisted and deranged,
And I love that little game you had called,
Crying lightning,
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons.

The next time that I caught my own reflection,
It was on its way to meet you,
Thinking of excuses to postpone.
You never look like yourself from the side,
But your profile did not hide,
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war.
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.

And your past-times, consisted of the strange,
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
Crying lightning,
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.

Uninviting,
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes,
You are crying lightning.

Your past-times, consisted of the strange,
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
Crying lightning,
Crying lightning,
Crying lightning,
Crying lightning.

Your past-times, consisted of the strange,
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
Cry-ing.

Guestbook Comments (20)

JAJAJA fuera de joda que video más bosta u_u che Brian soy Nadia desde mi personalflog bueeeeeeeeeeeeeee :P
estoy aburrida un domingo conectada antes de las 9 de la mañana XD

Me olvidaba el video no altera al producto , osea al tema XD
asi que ambos sabemos que es GROSSO TEMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
muy bueno el Humbug
-baba-
-baba-
y más -babas-

Te quiero sopenquito

Saludos che (;

Cryingggggg (L . jaj aun beso brian:)

xD
q lindos
jaja
q ands bien
cuidat
saludos

saludos eu

lindo k ya llego

amo ese cd.

kiss

Me gusta mucho esa banda :)
& ese tema se merece estar en primeros puestos actuales.
Besoo :)

jajajaja alex de large un genio.
ea8

todavia no llega! :@

Secret Door

Fools On Parade
Cavort and carry on
The waiting lines.
That you would rather be beside than infront of
But shes never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.

She swam out of tonights fantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a wednesday night
It's better than to get a reputation for a miserable little tyke
At least thats the conclusion you came to in this overture

The secret door swings behind us
shes saying nothing
shes just wriggling along

Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
and then like a pull and a push in on a bookshelf
I'm unveiling the unexpected

I was …
…stand corrected
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat

The secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just wriggling along
and even if they were to find us
I wouldn't notice, i'm completely occupied
at all the...

Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
the waiting lines
that you would rather be beside than infront of
but shes never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares

Fools on parade
Frolic and f*ck about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture,
That holds her options
But you’re daft to think she'd care

Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Fools on parade ...... to singalong

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