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小叶子

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＂．
: b. B7 e& s" h. W9 p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．

你曾过了几条河，拆过几座桥．
在孤独无助的时候，是不是有些忏悔．
! o4 k1 r' k4 X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．

& G' k0 s# V/ d2 |: G& O  e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
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" N2 l/ q2 l- ?- W4 d# D  a& o所以，当你听着十几年前的老歌，嚼着十几年前的心情
" p# L4 ^+ H* d7 h+ H( t  J希望你懂得感谢十几年前曾有过的真诚
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——
& h% x$ ~0 w+ H, J. C你唱，我听。

billzhao

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm 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
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
' K0 s" ]8 {, i! F: q* a; AThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
2 n4 N: x; W: x: ]3 }There were voices down the corridor,
7 ~" m( G' Z4 T1 p3 w- q/ [- A% |I thought I heard them say...

. @& n( x5 e8 g+ [Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
; a6 N" n$ E9 y# A/ _3 @Such a lovely face
# ^3 j! h8 s4 ^: dPlenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
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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

So I called up the captain,
’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
% g, @4 y5 T9 c: D! w# j: n2 \6 P2 tAnd still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
  O; h0 `3 o* @* f2 V( O2 OSuch a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
% g+ l" `  s2 j. vWhat a nice surprise, bring your alibis
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# N9 A3 X( _- b" \$ kMirrors on the ceiling,
3 H/ k8 g9 J& o3 v# m6 DThe pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
- g% p  p( P4 O& cBut they just can’t kill the beast
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# T3 e8 K, T+ |: J& lLast thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
; v  I& X  a0 H3 J0 S6 Z8 m; s+ q  }: FI had to find the passage back
4 s, g& K+ A" ]To the place I was before
% ^5 i) A6 V# H3 Z’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
% x+ I& j  L7 H  fBut you can never leave!