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We live for glitter and for God.
Under the overpass, in the parking lot we're still waiting. It's already past, so move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass. 'Cause it's already past. It's already, already past. Sometimes i can't believeit... I'm moving past the feeling.
Arcade Fire - The Suburbs. And my name is Bárbara.
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untitled by a spot of bother on Flickr.
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(by Katherine Squier)
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