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What should we steal tonight? Another hour, another year? My wish is all the best The only way out is through, we've got to live it through Night falls and the wind rises I've pushed through the gates and whistled at the stars All we have are words, the kindness of animals, the flash of an earring in the dark Remember, we only have a smell like ourselves This need to live Drink it up, feel it in your eyes, show them how to really smile Earlier today, a policeman asked me for my name and I told him: "I'm sorry but I'm seeing someone at the moment" Neither the past, the present or the future matter to me What matters to me is love, art and money I'm running down the street and my arms are in the air and I'm shouting to them: "You can't make me care" And I'm calling things that are [?] And I'm not trying and neither are you and neither is anybody else We're just dancing There's no feeling in the world like riding at 150 miles-an-hour into the sunset And not being able to remember what you had for lunch You wanna know what's next? More apocalypse Even if you could escape it, why would you want to? It's also beautifully modern I'm not leaving, I'm here for good I won't lie to you, I was scared I was scared when my life put me on a boat that I knew would sink but then I still got on And while the whole setup was fantastic Letras de cancionesAnd I was basically having the single greatest time of my young life I still got the feeling Call it intuition, call it luck Call it whatever the word is for when you heat stroke twice in a week and start speaking Sanscrit That that ship wreck, once it happened, it would not be cinematic at all It would not be heroic I would not end up doing the great things that I can't remember now that I've dreamt of doing when I was little But I still knew, back there in the dark and peaceful cave where most of my important thoughts were living at the time That I would end up, ironically enough, like that [?] in the movie Betrayed by his adored object, more naked than it's possible for a person to be and lost in the grey and frozen confusion of being left alone to die And I also knew that if some part of me did However incredibly, survive That all that would be left of me Of everything that could've ever been thought of definitely as me Would just be some faded memory And that, if you allow me to speak metaphorically for a moment It would end up being just like some old-leather jacket Made out of indifference and cynicism That I would have to then shrug on [?] and log around [?] on my back for the rest of my fucking life That's how I felt then and I don't think that I was wrong then either I'll spare you of the gory details But I will just say this They gave the doctors that worked on the awards for exemplary performance in circumstances of extreme stress All I really have to say is that I'm not scared anymore I'm happy to be here with you all And I feel extremely, extremely lucky to be alive And if me and The Big Man upstairs didn't have such a complicated history I'd kiss his hand right now Because that shit there That shit there was down-right miraculous, ok? From Letras Mania