Laja is a location in the La Paz Department in Bolivia. It is the seat of the Laja Municipality, the second municipal section of the Los Andes Province.
Laja is a city and commune located in the Bío Bío Province of the Bío Bío Region of Chile. The city of Laja is the communal capital.
It is bounded on the north by the Laja River, on the west by the Biobío river, and the south and the east by the commune of Los Ángeles.
According to the 2002 census of the National Statistics Institute, Laja spans an area of 339.8 km2 (131 sq mi) and has 22,404 inhabitants (11,113 men and 11,291 women). Of these, 16,288 (72.7%) lived in urban areas and 6,116 (27.3%) in rural areas. The population fell by 8% (1946 persons) between the 1992 and 2002 censuses.
Within the commune's territory are: Laja, its capital city; the villages of Las Ciénagas, Villa Laja and Las Playas; and the small villages of Puente Perales, Cantera, Violeta Parra, Cachapoal, La Colonia, Las Ciénagas, Diuquín, Picul, Santiago Chico, Quilales, Chillancito, Las Viñas, Las Lomas, Santa Elena, La Aguada and Arenas Muertas.
As a commune, Laja is a third-level administrative division of Chile administered by a municipal council, headed by an alcalde who is directly elected every four years. The 2008-2012 alcalde is Vladimir Fica Toledo (ILE).
The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen
So don't get your hopes up
This life's a contradiction,
a typecast for hypocrisies,
but you run the miles away on to sell yourself short
And i am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you as a concubine
Taste the salt from your worthless tears
I felt your heart beat for one last time
and i let go forever
And I am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you
I still dream of you
Sirens fade from silence
this is were the story ends
In a dream of truth, they'll never find you
Yellow tape, empty chalklines,
that's all she wrote
Head first through a noose,
I'd shed a tear for you,
but you're not even here
I scream your name for one last time
Can you here me now?
Can you feel me now?
But i must move on to find
reason for years of weakening disaster
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so let go
This blackout begins to define this sorry moment
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
I let go of everything I loved
From all the bridge drops,
I leave her crimson tide
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so i let go
This blackout begins