"A starvi a sentire dovremmo dire sempre qualcosa di speciale, di speciale, qualcosa di speciale e per gente speciale vorrei comunicarti qualcosa di speciale
Une jeune prostituee originaire des pays de l'Est a ete retrouvee morte ce matin sous un abris bus dans le centre ville de Nice, fait marquant les policiers
Allez on y va c?est parti, le Collectif est la pour te faire maigrir Mets toi un petit [...] Tu vas maigrir tout seul Nous on a pas le temps. Est-ce
Le ventre a vide je mange J?engloutis mes coleres La tete pleine alanguie Mon amour je le cache Les secrets je vous range Au fond de mon grenier Ils
Featuring Fabri Fibra A starvi a sentire dovremmo dire sempre qualcosa di speciale.. qualcosa di spciale per gente speciale vorrei comunicarti qualcosa
Hey you cuckoo! See you're in the paper late today, accused of something, and your lips are closed to all of those who know she's missing. Talk abounds
Did I judge this wrong?/but you had it all/you had it all/a gift of the gods/in your city of gold/and you?ll piss it all/you had it all/and what drags
Tiens, une petite voix me glisse quatre verites Qui passent la rampe et gravissent l'escalier Les jambes tirent et les yeux ont tourne, Va savoir, ou
And they said you were a true gentleman even 'til the end. The likes of which we'll rarely see again. I found myself alone wandering, oh searching deep
Everything that happened here Cannot happen when you're dead, she safely said Worry when you wake tonight Is it all in your head? So you want to run,
(Monsterpiece Theatre overture plays as we pan in on Cookie Monster seated in his chair wearing his lovely red smoking jacket.) Cookie Monster: Good
(Browne) Slap on the back For the man with the sand in his hair Spinning with sound As you're feeling around for the change Twist off the top Even though
They fought and some died for their homeland. They fought and some died, now it's our land. Look at his little child; there's no fear in her eyes. Could
In these moments of unlimited grief There is pain not to be forgotten Not even joy can throw its light Over this darkened place misery gets enjoyable
I've been thinking about something in our past. Words you said that were forgot. I don't want to be a dime or a dozen child. A mother's love should not
Saw them gathering sticks from the ground By the thicket while assembling a nest On alert for any lingering threat Building frantically without rest