The naked and famous- All of this

Lyrics to All Of This :

I can't begin to
explain
how we disassemble
the parts and frame

baby it's the same late morning
the same no show
it's the same fucking habits
i guess we don't know

all of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start
all of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start

if there's anyone near when
we collide
we throw them in the middle
they can pick sides

as the plans turn into compromise
the promises all turn to lies
the spite builds up
and it can't get through
passive me agressive you

i know i nag, i moan i know
but with a plan like this
it's way too slow
in the time it took to get this there
i could have made this work
but all i had was

the hope that pieces would take shape
and we could watch them all fall into place

fall into place
fall into place
fall into place
fall into place

all of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start
all of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start


(Thanks to alysheba, AsianXing and kelrhend910 for correcting these lyrics)

I can't begin to
explain
how we disassemble
the parts and frame

baby it's the same late morning
the same no show
it's the same fucking habits
i guess we don't know

all of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start
all of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start

if there's anyone near when
we collide
we throw them in the middle
they can pick sides

as the plans turn into compromise
the promises all turn to lies
the spite builds up
and it can't get through
passive me agressive you

i know i nag, i moan i know
but with a plan like this
it's way too slow
in the time it took to get this there
i could have made this work
but all i had was

the hope that pieces would take shape
and we could watch them all fall into place

fall into place
fall into place
fall into place
fall into place

all of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start
all of this is tearing us apart
I don't know where us or this start

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Embaladida...

Aquesta cançó em torva massa. És com un bàlsam per als meus oïts... simplement m'encanta, em captiva dins de la melodia, i no s'acaba, perquè ressona dins el meu cap sense parar... ^^

GOTAN PROJECT- Tango 3.0- El mensajero

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Izzi Dunn, nova veu

El vaig veure i vaig pensar... ***! Buscant per rebot altra cosa, vaig trobar un enllaç que incloïa una cançó de l'artista, Izzi Dunn. El link en qüestió anunciava la Rachel Weistz en una sessió fotogràfica gravada amb càmera... la música em va captivar, ací us deixe un aperitiu... Gaudiu-lo!

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Duet

Una icona del soul i altre del pop latinoamericà... Personalment no m'entusiasma Ricky, encara que l'admire per les seues iniciatives... més bé he volgut compartir aquest video per la lletra, el bon rotllo que trasmet i sobretot i no menys important, per la Joss Stone, una de les meues cantants preferides. Té una veu "aspacial"... ^^ Gaudiu!

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KT TUNSTALL- LOST

KT TUNSTALL- LOST


Following my nose
A detective with no lead
Only my dreams know
What's got into me
I run by your side
But I'm out of breath
Lower than the sea
And it's killing me
And it's killing me

[Chorus]
If I choose to go with the way I'm feeling
Does it really mean that's the way it is
Is it just a trick that my eyes are playing on my mind
Following the passage of least resistance
Following the pack just to pass the gate
It's a little late for a change of plan
Don't you think

I got lost following you
Following you

There's a camaraderie
In a number for my chest
Do this and do that
And forget the rest
But as the tide retreats
It's showing me the shore
There's danger going deeper
But I can't be here anymore
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Can't be here anymore

[Chorus]
If I choose to go with the way I'm feeling
Does it really mean that's the way it is
Is it just a trick that my eyes are playing on my mind
Following the passage of least resistance
Following the pack just to pass the gate
It's a little late for a change of plan
Don't you think

I got lost following you

What did I do that for
Am I an idiot
What did I do that for
Am I an idiot
What did I do that, do that for
I run by your side
But I’m out of breath
And it's killing me
And it’s killing me

[Chorus]
If I choose to go with the way I'm feeling
Does it really mean that's the way it is
Is it just a trick that my eyes are playing on my mind
Following the passage of least resistance
Following the pack just to pass the gate
It's a little late for a change of plan
Don't you think

I got lost following you
Time could have stopped
And I never knew
I got lost following you
Following you

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Digues que no ho vols

Say you don't want it - One night only


Talk all the talk with a poet’s style
Tongue like electric, eyes like a child
Eye on your wives and the classic cars
Live like a saviour, live like the stars
Talk all the talk with a model's smile
Tongue like electric, eyes like a child
Buy all your highs and the classic cars
Die on the front page, just like the stars

The big screens, the plastic-made dreams
Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it
Its our world, the picture-book girls
Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it
Don’t you ask me if its love my dear
Love don’t really mean a thing round here
The fake scenes the plastic-made dreams
Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it

Pace all the rooms with a jealous style
Tongue like electric, eyes like a child
Paint all your soul with the brand designs
Preach like a saviour, heart on the line
Talk all the talk with a model’s smile
Tongue like electric, eyes like a child
Buy all your highs and the classic cars
Die on the front page, just like the stars

The big screens, the plastic-made dreams
Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it
Its our world, the picture-book girls
Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it
Don’t you ask me if its love my dear
Love don’t really mean a thing round here
The fake scenes the plastic-made dreams
Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it

(instrumental)

The big screens, the plastic-made dreams
Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it
Its our world, the picture-book girls
Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it
X2
Don’t you ask me if its love my dear
Love don’t really mean a thing round here
The fake scenes the plastic-made dreams
Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it

Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it
Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it

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ELIZA DOOLITTLE- SKINNY GENES

Eliza Doolittle - Skinny Genes

I really don’t like your point of view
I know you’ll never change
Stingin' me with your attitude
I've got the mind to walk away

I really don't like your arrogance
Or your policies
You're ninety-nine percent an embarrassment
With just one quality

[Chorus:]
I don't mind it when you [whistles]
Brings out the best in me when you [whistles]
Show your expertise
When the night always ends with a fight
I'm excited that you wind up next to me

I like it when you [whistles]
Can I have some please of that [whistles]
Satisfy my needs
Sometimes I fake that I hate you and make up
So you wind up next to me

I really don't like your skinny jeans
So take them off for me
Show me what you've got underneath
So we can do this properly

I really don't like the way you smile
When you think you're right
But I will forgive you, the yolk is in the middle
And I'm chewing through the white

[Chorus]

dreamt that you were on a train
you were leaving, you were leaving
You made me think of what I'd miss
You were leavin', you were leavin'

I don't mind it when you [whistles]
Brings out the best in me when you [whistles]
Show your expertise
When the night always ends with a fight I'm excited
That you wind up next to me

I like it when you [whistles]
Can I have some please of that [whistles]
Take off your skinny jeans
Sometimes I fake that I hate you and make up
So you wind up next to me

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MAGO DE OZ- MOLINOS DE VIENTO

---mago de oz - molino de viento---

Si acaso tu no ves
Mas allá de tu nariz
Y no oyes a una flor reír

Si no puedes hablar
Sin tener que oír tu voz
Utilizando el corazón

Amigo Sancho escúchame,
No todo tiene aquí un porqué
Un camino lo hacen los pies

Hay un mundo por descubrir
Y una vida que arrancar de arrancar
De brazos del guión final

A veces siento al despertar
Que el sueño es la realidad

Bebe, danza, sueña
Siente que el viento
Ha sido echo para ti
Vive, escucha y habla
Usando para ello
el corazón

Siente que la lluvia
Besa tu cara
Cuando haces el amor
Grita con el alma
Grita tan alto
Que de tu vida, tu seas
Amigo el único actor

Sí acaso tu opinión
Cabe en un sí o un no
Y no sabes rectificar

Si puedes definir
el odio o el amor
Amigo que desilusión

No todo es blanco,
O negro: es gris
Todo depende del matiz,
Busca y aprende a distinguir

La luna puede calentar
Y el sol tus noches acunar
Los arboles mueren de pie.

He visto un manantial llorar
Al ver sus aguas ir al mar

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UNPRETTY- TLC

T-boz:
I wish I could tie you up in my shoes
Make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful
But what does that mean to you
Look into the mirror who’s inside there
The one with the long hair
Same old me again today (yeah)

Chilli:
My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I’m just trippin’

Chorus:
T-boz & chilli:
You can buy your hair if it won’t grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up that mac can make
But if you can’t look inside you
Find out who am i, too
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty


T-boz & chilli:
Never insecure until I met you
Now I’m in stupid
I used to be so cute to me
Just a little bit skinny
Why do I look to all these things
To keep you happy
Maybe get rid of you
And then I’ll get back to me (hey)

Chilli:
My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I can’t believe I’m trippin’

Chorus

Chorus

Left eye:
As I reflect back on what I’ve used and abused
And detect that I need some clues to get through
To those that accused me of never being true
I’ll lose if I play into this game and never know the rules
So how do I bring out the me nobody sees
The forest for the trees, how ’bout the woman behind the weave
The light from within this life is the only real remedy
Or find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty

Tlc:
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh (oh)
Find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh (oh)
Find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty

Chorus

Chorus

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Texas - Halo

Texas - Halo

Bright light city
You're her religion
Superstars in their own private movie
Play just like children

Lies that take her
Places she's never seen
The kiss and tell of it all
To her it seems so obscene

She's so pretty
Her hair is a mess
We all love her
To that we confess

She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her

For their blindness
She sees much further
Like on a wide-screen viewing
Going down on her

She's so pretty
Her hair is a mess
We all love her
To that we confess

She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her

She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything

Halo, halo, halo, halo
Halo, halo, halo, halo

She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her

She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her

She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything

For she has a halo
She has a halo

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GRAN NORAH JONES... :)

Ho confesse... m'encanta el neoblues intimista i n'estic orgullosa. Sempre posem etiquetes a tot arreu... eixa pulsió humana d'ordenar en estants tot allò que ens envolta... és una sensació que les paraules de vegades no poden encasellar, simplement per la natura de les persones de definir-ho tot. Hi ha coses que és millor sentir-les :)


La música és una deixes coses... ací una mostra del que escolte.


PS: Casperdut, si ho veus, va per tu, muaka, que sé que t'agrada tant com a mi.

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JO NO VULL- SOUL ATAC

"Aquesta vegada no pose la lletra, perquè si no, és fa massa llarga l'entrada" he pensat, però no ho faré, perquè vull mantindre una coherència al blog.

JO NO VULL- SOUL ATAC

Jo no vull cap sermó
tinc excés de rencor.

Jo no vull cap pressió,
vull sentir, sentir indignació.


He de començar ben prompte,
no vull deixar córrer més temps.
És així com van les coses,
hauré de treballar de valent.
Jo no vull, no,
no vull cap sermó.


A voltes sent (a voltes sent)
Que puc refer (que puc refer)
Tot allò que s'ha de fer (que s'ha de fer).


A voltes sent (a voltes sent)
que puc saber (que puc saber)
tot allò, allò que ara no sé!


Jo no vull cap sermó
tinc excés de rencor.

Jo no vull cap pressió,
vull sentir, sentir indignació.

ohhh, yeeeeaaahh!


A voltes sent (a voltes sent)
Que puc refer (que puc refer)
Tot allò que s'ha de fer (que s'ha de fer).


A voltes sent (a voltes sent)
que puc saber (que puc saber)
tot allò, allò que ara no sé!

Jo no vull cap sermó
tinc excés de rencor.

Jo no vull cap pressió,
vull sentir, sentir indignació.

Hey yeeeahh!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Jo no vull...

no vull cap sermó!!

No, no no, no no

No vull cap sermó... cap sermó!
Vull sentir, sentir indignació!

Jo no vull cap sermó
tinc excés de rencor.

Jo no vull cap pressió,
vull sentir, sentir indignació.

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Love of Lesbian - Club de fans de John Boy

Quan ens tornem grupies, sol per aquesta causa... el grup és irresistible :)



Love of Lesbian - Club de fans de John Boy

Todos los raros fuimos al concierto del gran telépata de Dublín
Media hora antes invadimos el metro, yo iba obligado y tu en éxtasis
Y tanto os daba ocho como ochenta a los fanáticos de John Boy
Frente al estadio ya cantabais sus temas, primeras filas vuestra obsesión

Decíais que John Boy era boreal, algo ambiguo y de infancia gris
Sinceramente yo lo detestaba hasta morir
La luz se desmayó, "¿con cual van a empezar?"
A ti te daba igual, dijiste: "acertará"

Oh, oh, oh!

Como es posible que haya estado en tus infiernos
Es imposible, no, misterio, y quien tuviera su don
Sería posible conocerte más por dentro
No lo conseguiré, saber más de ti

Yo no soy fan, otro fan de John Boy
Odio a John Boy, tu odiarás a John Boy

De aquellas masas era el gran insecto, "tiene poderes" llegaste a decir
Creo que lleva media vida huyendo, quizás le pasa lo mismo que a mi
Había expandido su emisión global desde Lima hasta Reikiavik
Y sin embargo a quien tenía cerca no podía transmitir

Mirada universal de alcance personal
Me hipnotizó por fin con su verso letal

Oh, oh, oh!

Como es posible que haya estado en sus infiernos
Es imposible, no, misterio, y quien tuviera su don
Sería posible conocerte más por dentro
No lo conseguiré, nunca sabré

Si yo no tengo su don
Si yo no tengo su don

Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy
Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy
Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy
Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy

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Domingo astromántico- Zahara & Love of Lesbian

Tanqueu els ulls... i escolteu:



Domingo astromántico- Zahara & Love of Lesbian

Y ya lo sé, otra vez ha sucedido,
volaron los manteles y el domingo se hizo especial.

Flotaba en azoteas todo mi deseo,
un solecito bueno y tus faldas al viento,
nada más.

Aeroplanos que saludo moviendo un espejo,
la ropa y tu pelo se movían al mismo compás,
nada más.

Te deslizas como si fueras de viento
y al contacto con mis dedos te desvanecieras.

Si tu magia ya no me hace efecto,
¿cómo voy a continuar?
Si me sueltas entre tanto viento,
¿cómo voy a continuar?,
¿cómo voy a continuar?

Recuerdo que sopló la luna y era en pleno día
y entre aquellas nubes vislumbraste la estrella polar,
y algo más.

Madelmans haciendo slalom por tu cuello,
aire que se lleva tus misterios, hacia el Sur se van.

Y sé que a veces piensas que estoy algo ido,
pero nunca pierdo una sola oportunidad de admirar cómo ...

Te deslizas como si fueras de viento
y al contacto con mis dedos te desvanecieras.

Si tu magia ya no me hace efecto,
¿cómo voy a continuar?
Si me sueltas entre tanto viento,
¿cómo voy a continuar?
¿cómo voy a continuar?

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Època de canvis... sexuals!

Tots tenim èpoques on estem més... sensibles, per dir-ho d'alguna forma... què coi! Excitats, sí, punt. Tot dit... aquesta és últimament l'estat més comú en mi i pensant pensant... ací hi ha una cançó que ho il·lustra.

Amb les hormones massa esvalotades... deixa't anar.

PD: atents al video, sobretot al minut i vint segons, el canviàs és total ;)






Macy gray - sexual revolution

everybody shake it
time to be free amongst yourselves
your mama told you to be discreet
and keep your freak to yourself
but your mama lied to you all this time
she knows as well as you and I
you've got to express what is taboo in you
and share your freak with the rest of us
cause it's a beautiful thang

this is my sexual revolution

everybody shake it
time to be free amongst yourselves
your mama told you to be discreet
and keep your freak to yourself
but your mama lied to you all this time
she knows as well as you and I
you've got to express what is taboo in you
and share your freak with the rest of us
cause it's a beautiful thang

this is my sexual revolution

everybody break it
every rule every constriction
my papa told me to be home by now
but my party has just begun
maybe he'll understand
that I got to be
to be the freak that god made me
so many thangz I want to try
got to do them before I die

this is my sexual revolution

I'm so funkin' beautiful
especially when I take my clothes off
I'm so funkin' beautiful
especially when I take my clothes off

sexual revolution

got to do them before I die
got to do them before I die

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Language - Scott Matthew

Memories of secret handshakes, you
It speak my language
Sees, I cease to believe
You're gonna leave.

And acting out a fight
When you're not around
With ease, I cease to exist
I slip through the leaves
We once had to wish

Oh we wished for,
Heaven, It now only seems
Like torture

Oh this ghost
Will win my host it's, lingering
In me, and around my neck
It taps on my head
While i'm asleep

Memories of secret handshakes, you
it speak my language
Sees, that cease to believe
You're gonna leave

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Estimar i estimar-se sense barreres :)

Animal Collective- Winters Love

De una de les pel·lícules darreres que més m'ha agradat, Shortbus, he rescatat una cançó que per mi resumeix la manera d'estimar més lliure i sincera. Perquè podem estimar de moltes formes i perquè cada manera forma part d'un tot, vull compartir-ho en aquest raconet.

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Pol 3.14 - Bipolar

Pol 3.14 - Bipolar

Me llamas a las 3 porque quieres cambiar
el tono del salón
que estás harta de gris
que te quieres morir súbitamente
todo eso pasa últimamente
y cuando llego allí me invitas a salir
vestida de princesa
y un taxi nos espera
y el mundo se acelera.
Cien-mil bares dando vueltas y tu y yo en esta noria
retratos de una noche en los fotomatones.


Y sin dudar te sigo hasta el metro tribunal, crital, aeropuerto
para ver tumbaos en el suelo despegar un avion en el cielo.
Y sin dudar tu me plantas un beso, quema gas, huele a queroseno.
Qué más da yo respiro tu aliento, dame más razones con hielo.
Bipolar...


Bajamos de un vagón aires de discusión,
no entiendes que no puedo seguirte
que te quieres mudar, vivir cerca del mar
recuerdo como dijiste que yo era un tipo raro
que éramos opuestos...

Debo ser muy kamikaze
y aún espero que vuelvas
en Pearl Harbour nadie sabe
que si llamas habrá guerra.

Y sin dudar te sigo hasta el metro tribunal, cristal, aeropuerto
para ver tumbaos en el suelo despegar un avion en el cielo
y sin dudar tu me plantas un beso, quema gas, huele a queroseno
Qué más da yo respiro tu aliento y dame más razones con hielo.
Bipolar...


Recordar un día de éstos nuestros pies saliendo de tiesto
ahora se que eran buenos tiempos
ojalá te vea de nuevo ojalá...
ojalá...

Y sin dudar te sigo hasta el metro tribunal, cristal, aeropuerto
para ver tumabos en el suelo despegar un avion en el cielo.
Y sin dudar tu me plantas un beso, quema gas, huele a queroseno
Qué más da yo respiro tu aliento, dame más razones con hielo.
Bipolar... Bipolar...

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Tots som Àfrica

Shakira Waka Waka (Esto Es Africa)


Llego el momento, caen las murallas
Va a comenzar la unica justa de la batallas
No duele el golpe, no existe el miedo
Quitate el polvo, ponte de pie y vuelves al ruedo

Y la presion que sientes
Espera en ti, tu gente!
Ahora vamos por todo
y te acompaña la suerte
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Porque esto es Africa

Tsamina mina eh eh
Waka waka eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Porque esto es Africa


Oye a tu dios
y no estaras solo
llegas aqui para brillar
lo tienes todo
la hora se acerca
es el momento
Vas a ganar cada batalla
ya lo presiento

Hay que empezar de cero
para tocar el cielo
Ahora vamos por todo
Y todos vamos por ellos
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Porque esto es Africa

Tsamina mina eh eh
Waka waka eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Porque esto es Africa

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Joss Stone - Governmentalist

Joss Stone - Governmentalist



Don't you dare
Interupt the white house ball,
Were liveing scared
It's in foriegn fields the soldiers fall
Ooooooh la la la

Snatch em in the prime, go ahead that's fine, that's fine
Just go drill for grease
Like a diamond thief
There mamas will be alright
Just give em time,
Go get you money right
You wont loose no sleep tonight

Nominate your kids I think they'd prove your theory right
Would you watch them die

Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water,
Coming up with nothing everytime
How come we aint getting any closer
Tryna find the truth behind the lies

Look up look up,
See a dead man walking,
See his baby face
Hey lets duplicate a few,
Oooooh la la la la
That don't mean much to you
If you need some help,
Send some hippys in to help you think more than you do
Hows about another line or two,
To pick u up, pick u up
While your people drown

I hope your happy and you sleep so great at night
While the lovers cry

Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water,
Coming up with nothing everytime
How come we aint getting any closer
Tryna find the truth behind the lies

Hmmmmm hmmmm hmmm hmmmm
Hmmmm hmmmm hmmmmm hmmmm...

How many lives will you sacrifice,
Will you ever be satisfied
If in god you trust,
Can't you hear him still
I aint no preacher but
Thou shalt not kill

Govermental, confusion
Govermentalist, dilusion
Govermental confusion
A bunch of govermentalist, it's dilusion

Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water,
Coming up with nothing everytime
How come we aint getting any closer
Tryna find the truth behind the lies

Hmmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm
Hmmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmmm hmmmm

Govermental, confusion
Govermentalist, dilusion
Govermental confusion
A bunch of govermentalist, it's dilusion

And all that were left with is a hand full of nothing,
Hand full of nothing
That's all that I got
Hand full of nothing

Hmmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm
Hmmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmmm hmmmm

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