Get on your dancin' shoes There's one thing on your mind Hopin' they?re lookin' for you Sure you'll be rummagin' through Oh and the shit, shock, horror
So who's that girl there? I wonder what went wrong So that she had to roam the streets She don't do major credit cards I doubt she does receipts It's
Fake tales of San Francisco Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super cool band yeah With their trilbys
Last night these two bouncers And one of em's alright, the other one's the scary one And his way or no way, totalitarian He's got no time for you, looking
All Day Staring At The Ceiling Making Friends With Shadows On My Walls All Night Hearing Voices Telling Me That I Should Get Some Sleep Because Tomorrow
Not gonna get us, they're not gonna get us Not gonna get us, not gonna get us They're not gonna get us, they're not gonna get us Not gonna get us, they
Just say Then just 2 of us Just lights Of the aerodrome We'll run away They won't catch us Further form them, further from home Night guide Hide our shadows
Looking back at the beginning of this And how life was Just you and me and love and all of our friends Living life like an ocean But now the current'
Are you there Are you gone Do you care Is anybody home Cause something's lost In your eyes Are you blind Caught up in the lights [bridge] Who you gonna
(Olivia Newton-John) No me voy a rendir, no no No me voy a rendir, no no No me voy a rendir, no no No me voy a rendir Oh I'm not gonna give into it
Here we are in a room full of broken hearts Lovers, once but in the end we never really had a chance You wanted to be free, now that you're lonely You
Benny Benassi I am not drunk I'm not drunk I am not drunk (x3) I'm not drunk I'm not drunk I'm not drunk enough I'm not drunk I'm not drunk I'm not
We lost the skyline We stepped right off the map Drifted into blank space And let the clocks relapse We laughed the rain down Slow burn on the lawn Ghosts
Will you have whiskey with your water Or sugar with your tea? What are these crazy questions That they're asking of me? This is the wildest party That
Munecos en la pared el viejo que me mintio el incendio en verano un rumor la inquietud o la ansiedad la espera en una estacion ?ah!, y tu andar.
Maggots can't fuck with the Shaggy 'Cuz I got a crew bitch, a crew like you ain't never even known Carnival freaks from the ghetto zone All waitin' for
I'm leaving fast and never looking back. I wish these ties would breaka?¦ I would be gone forever, to make things how they always used to be. It's what
I'm here alone on the telephone line I'm right where you want me to be And I'll wait alone and never ask why I'll be where you want me to be And I know