I do not think my desires. My worries too. It's crazy all the people we cross unintentionally. It's a bit annoying sometimes. We do not know what to say. One can cross swords with some of them. The animosity of the overflow of emotions. A strange desire to make tons. And then we come across things we want to believe. That passenger. It is futile. It's too good. It is believed that cross some important passes without really believing it. It's a bit confusing. The crosses are a work of balance, a choice between bad and very bad. Or so we thought crossed for something better. It's just like. It always crosses his ego, without speaking to him lest he disappoint us. Do not talk to him can see it a little, after all these years. Then we take short cuts and is expected to cross a small fortune.
(The Klaxons - Surfing the Void - Polydor)
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