person i've ever known was a fake and you'll see your closest ones go first who needs enemies you've got friends i'm a gentleman and you're a liar i
et terre A soir j'ai l'c?ur sur la corde raide Si vous m'laisser la J'perd le pied pis j'tombe en bas A soir j'ai l'c?ur sur la corde raide Rien qu
sin miedo los limites de la gravedad Movere brazos abiertos en la inmensidad azul Veo tan lejos nuestro mundo desde aqui Me olvidare del gran vacio entorno a
Outside the rain is falling Inside it feels so cold A view from a broken window Faces that look so old Every trick in the book you have tried To make
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blindfold Cause they know that if they're audited the firms will relocate abroad for lower costs and cheaper labor So I guess that says a lot about
just that at night, I've got nowhere to hide To the speepless, this is my reply: I'll write you a lullaby A lullaby, a lullaby, a lullaby
te pousse pas a bout Ne me demande pas tout Ne me demande pas trop Car au bout du rouleau...tout au bout...tout au bout Y'a la paire de ciseaux Y'a encore
Quelque soit l'ivresse Qu'importe le flacon Le temps qui reste Est de moins en moins long La vie nous dresse La corde et les chaussons Mais rien ne presse
Adieu la belle, Tu n'es pas celle Qui me mettra la corde au cou, D'autres m'attendent un peu partout {Refrain:} Et je fais Lai la lai la lai A bientot
c'est une riviere tranquille Une corde pour se noyer Une corde pour se noyer. Imagine que l'envie Qui nous a attires, Nous ramene a la nuit Ou tout a
call rat fame Top-E as a tourniquet A low tune whistles across his grave Forever the master and the slave of his Six Strings A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
The waiting drove me mad...you're finally here and i'm a mess I take your entrance back...can't let you roam inside my head I don't want to take what
The waiting drove me mad...you're finally here and I'm a mess I take your riches back...can't let you roam inside my head I don't want to take what you
carapace Toujours a ta place Demain, tu seras un mutant Un homme neuf, bien autre chose Une metamorphose Couper le cordon, Couper le cordon, Couper le cordon, Couper le cordon A l?aube, a
Too late to think or filter anymore A bitter pill to swallow Maybe you?re in a blanket haze of ephedrine I?m wonderin where the hell you been So come
I saw your father in the hall His ghost is living in the walls I heard him crying while you slept I heard him breaking things after you left I watched
