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Good People Die (Or Go To Canada)


Good people die
Bad people become your neighbors

I tied your untied shoes
And I want you to do me a favor

Don't leave me here to rot
My mom taught me not to talk to strangers

I don't know why
I feel sick when I look at the sky

I don't know why
I can't take my mind away from the smile

I don't know why
All the good people die or go to Canada

...

We reach for you, you are too far
We miss the snow flake we miss the dented car

You've packed your life now
In a suitcase
And you won't return my calls

The city has lost a pretty face
The night skies lost a shiny star

I don't know why
I feel sick when I look at the sky

I don't know why
I can't take my mind away from the smile

I don't know why
All the good people die or go to Canada

...

I wanna hijack the plane
And crash into any building on the way

Because life means really nothing without friends




Thanks to Mehdi who I've never met for the song

"The fact that she kissed him twice and he kissed her back doesn't bother me as much" she thought.
"Just that I wanted to be there myself.. drunk.. watch, and feel the agony in my heart.. and the dizziness in my head.
The pain is lost now, somewhere in between people and time.
And I feel nothing."

"we're just lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground
what have we found?"

"You will notice that what we are aiming at when we fall in love is a very strange paradox. The paradox consists of the fact that, when we fall in love, we are seeking to re-find all or some of the people to whom we were attached as children. On the other hand, we ask our beloved to correct all of the wrongs that these early parents or siblings inflicted upon us. So that love contains in it the contradiction:

The attempt to return to the past
and
the attempt to undo the past."