If you really want to hear about it, how I spend my last Christmas in Barcelona and all that kind of crap, and if you are brush enough to ask more, lets say, about New Year's Eve or New Year's Day or even Fiesta de Los Reyes (how in the hell do you know about this fest?) and any other shitty day that came to your mind, then forget about it, they're nice and all, but capable of getting me mad, look, to get it straight, to make it crystal clear, the very thought of talking about those things, let's say about how cool was the weather in Barcelona and all in all during my time there, really makes me wanna throw up in front of the screen and besides that, I’m not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything.
I mean, not tonight my dear, dearest friends, Kuba, Aman, James and Ben, Danut, Anka, Can and Jasmine, Emma, Emily, Florina, Margot, Lalo, Pedro, Emmanuela, Paula, Fay and any other uncredited female I slept with, but
but some day maybe, maybe when this unbearably melancholic song cease to live, then, maybe (and I stress this probability), maybe we 'll pick up where we left off
I mean, not tonight my dear, dearest friends, Kuba, Aman, James and Ben, Danut, Anka, Can and Jasmine, Emma, Emily, Florina, Margot, Lalo, Pedro, Emmanuela, Paula, Fay and any other uncredited female I slept with, but
but some day maybe, maybe when this unbearably melancholic song cease to live, then, maybe (and I stress this probability), maybe we 'll pick up where we left off
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