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Dolorous with vines. 

Dolorous with vines. 

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1 year ago  Notes (13)
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Regina Spektor – The Party (1,175 plays)

reginapolis:

‘The Party’ Lyrics:

You’re like a party somebody threw me
You taste like birthday
You look like New Year
You’re like a big parade through town
You leave such a mess but you’re so fun

Tell all the neighbors to start knocking down walls
To grab their guitars and run out to the hall
And we’ll be coming out right along to sing ‘em our new song

For every place there is a bus
That’ll take you where you must
Start counting all your money and friends before you come back again

For every road we can’t retrace
For every memory we can’t face
For every name that’s been erased
Let’s have another round

May I propose a little toast?
For all the ones who hurt the most
For all the friends that we have lost
Let’s give them one more round of applause

But you’re like a party somebody threw me
You taste like birthday
You look like New Year
You’re like a big parade through town
You leave such a mess but you’re so fun

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I should have held an afterparty for all the thoughts I didn’t say.

(Source: still-dreaming, via reginaholic)

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desperationordeceit:

is it cruel to be kind not to speak my mind and to lie to you rather than hurt you,
well ill confess all of my sins after several large gins but still ill hide from you, hide whats inside from you,
& alarm bells ring, when you say your heart still sings,
when your with me, oh darling please forgive me..

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numbisthenewhigh:

Playgrounds are graveyards 
and all of our scars are permanent, permanent.
There’s no replacement for places. 
I’ll always love you, you’re mine. 
Numb is the new high, 
all memories die out ‘till nothing and nowhere is golden.

(via princesseric)

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