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 　　You talk like Marlene Dietrich
　　And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
　　Your clothes are all made by Balmain
　　And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
　　
　　You live in a fancy appartement
　　Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
　　Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
　　And a friend of Sacha Distel
　　
　　But where do you go to my lovely
　　When you're alone in your bed
　　Tell me the thoughts that surround you
　　I want to look inside your head
　　
　　I've seen all your qualifications
　　You got from the Sorbonne
　　And the painting you stole from Picasso
　　Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
　　
　　When you go on your summer vacation
　　You go to Juan-les-Pines
　　With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
　　You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
　　
　　When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
　　With the others of the jet-set
　　And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
　　But you never get your lips wet
　　
　　But where do you go to my lovely
　　When you're alone in your bed
　　Tell me the thoughts that surround you
　　I want to look inside your head, yes I do
　　
　　Your name is heard in high places
　　You know the Aga Khan
　　He sent you a racehorse for chistmas
　　And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha
　　
　　They say that when you get married
　　It'll be to a millionaire
　　But they don't realize where you came from
　　And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn
　　
　　But where do you go to my lovely
　　When you're alone in your bed
　　Tell me the thoughts that surround you
　　I want to look inside your head
　　
　　I remember the back streets of Naples
　　Two children begging in rags
　　Both touched with a burning ambition
　　To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try
　　
　　So look into my face Marie-Claire
　　And remember just who you are
　　Then go and forget me forever
　　'Cause I know you still bear
　　the scar, deep inside, yes you do
　　
　　I know where you go to my lovely
　　When you're alone in your bed
　　I know the thoughts that surround you
　　'Cause I can look inside your head

Watched this movie last night. The music captured me at the very begining. I realized it was going to be sad. And I did cry in the end. It's destiney that we all have to die. Some people just can't survive the Christmas night. Some just wish they wouldn't die. When the snows fall down there isn't really a flash light. Maybe there's Christmas tree but we may never find it. He murdered for money. He killed a boy that's innocent. They have to point their gun to the closest ones. He fell in love with some one he could never be with.  But if there's a spark of hope, he'd stay in a city he once called a shithole. There's no real fairytale in this world. So baby just don't cry. You know life's not nice but I'll fight til I die. If I can't survive tonight, please do remember that I love you for the rest of your whole damn life.

This scences touched me
Confession of the  little boy': 1.Being Moody. 2.Being bad at math. 3.Being Sad.

For some reasons I was so touched when he said "someone nice". We just know how we can't help fallin' in love.
Ray:l just knew someone like you would never like someone like me. l just knew.
Chloe:What do you mean, someone like me?
Ray:You know, someone nice.
Chloe:Call me. Please.

I watched this scene time and time again. I knew I'd remember the snow when I shed tears thinkin' he would die. I can recite it now.
Ray: There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened. And I thought, if I survive all of this, I'd go to that house, apologize to the mother there, and accept whatever punishment she chose for me. Prison...death...didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know, I wouldn't be in fuckin' Bruges. But then, like a flash, it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin' Bruges. And I really really hoped I wouldn't die. I really really hoped I wouldn't die.