我说你听.....

小叶子

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3 F  c" J  i& q* p7 t1 C5 j很多时候，我们花了太多时间谈爱情，却没真正在意过＂爱惜＂和＂尊重＂．
因为这个世界渐渐变得独立，所以我们渐渐学会了过河拆桥．

' t5 D- H- T# c$ Y3 }& x/ f你曾过了几条河，拆过几座桥．
+ f% N$ K& @% l$ C( R在孤独无助的时候，是不是有些忏悔．
然而你坚信着＂柳暗花明又一村＂，于是你在微弱的忏悔中，继续过着你的河，拆你的桥．
反正明天会更好，没你也一样．

$ T/ _4 g) o4 ]: L这个世界，执着已经变成过时的造作，迷漫着颓废浪漫的方便面式的爱情和友情．
有人抱着桥柱等待着忘归的良人，路过的人都笑ＴＡ的不合时宜

; b! O3 t7 n# [# k+ t所以，当你听着十几年前的老歌，嚼着十几年前的心情
希望你懂得感谢十几年前曾有过的真诚
9 p% O8 K# i! d3 G& t" N; ~因为，从今，以后，也许不会再有．．．
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沧海月明

加洲旅馆，老鹰乐队——
: W3 d7 k4 y1 G: b你唱，我听。

billzhao

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
4 f  q  B8 \8 K& XWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
7 @1 c. U; L* W) I+ L; [There she stood in the doorway;
0 ?7 b6 e" t. M  FI heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
( `! S! S' X9 {1 h’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
  c# N. O/ \& OI thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
" C  H$ U+ M1 m: E& ]; zSuch a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

8 `/ N7 p- z1 F; y' u* u3 Y' fSo I called up the captain,
- L) o9 M( \7 Q7 T’please bring me my wine’
: D/ y! n: V$ D8 m8 A: jHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
6 @0 F8 M- n1 K2 G& N; qAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
. q% j2 ~% P3 N$ ~" GJust to hear them say...
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Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
* z: u- b5 ~0 YSuch a lovely face
& n% B: z! y# W- LThey livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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+ C. G  x7 ?5 q2 BMirrors on the ceiling,
( q% u- K% u" |, Q3 n7 S+ mThe pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
8 Q' n% N4 C2 p+ q) w; wAnd in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
& ^* N$ G$ n: V' k/ {+ x2 J' TRunning for the door
I had to find the passage back
# h$ y2 j6 M; E$ ~, H8 XTo the place I was before
’relax,’ said the night man,
) o6 A) @9 i. x4 AWe are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!