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"I can't get that trumpet out of my head
I can't get that trumpet out of my head
I woke up and I can't get that trumpet out of my head
And you say you can't stand me when I'm quiet,
and so I shot you in my silence
I can't get that trumpet out of my head"

there's nothing in the world what i hate more than the moment
in which euphoria turns into doubt
and reality spits you in the face.
me and teresa like to compare those moments
with a fly which bumps into your face, 3 times,
anorexic girls in supermakets or
exboyfriends who suddenly decide to be friends
after you broke up with them.