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As I was walkin? down the road to Bethlehem one night I looked up to the sky and there I saw a wondrous sight A star was shining brighter than I?d ever
Un enfant aurait peut-etre Pu nous sauver, nous permettre De ne pas deja connaitre Le jour de l'adieu Un enfant aurait sans doute Empecher cette deroute
Bambino, Bambino ne pleure pas, Bambino Les yeux battus la mine triste et les joues blemes Tu ne dors plus Tu n'es plus que l'ombre de toi-meme Seul
Maurice White, Verdine White & Roland Bautista Remember the children Children Remember the children Remember the children See the message in their
Maurice White, Verdine Adams (?), Michael Beal, Donald Whitehead & Wade Flemons Way up on that mountain children Reachin' up there for ya children Need
[Intro] Fab: 5X Can you be my B-A-B-Y? M.S. : I'll never call another lover mine [Verse 1: Fabolous] And why would I, and why should I when I seen a
[Intro] "Dein Name ist doch Fabian Romer. Was fur'n Spie?ername." "Morgen ist Deadline und du hast einfach nichts." "F zu dem R, Deutschraps Zukunft,
Haut bas. ( Bebe ) Il y a des hauts hauts bas. Haut bas. ( Bebe ) Il y a des hauts hauts bas. Parfois y'a des moments ou plus rien te reussi. Tu as beau
[Intro:] "You gotta ask yourself a question do I feel lucky well do ya punk" [Cock of a gun an Gunshot sound] [Beat drops horns sound] [Over a loud speaker
With a child's heart Go face the worries of the day With a child's heart Turn each problem into play No need to worry no need to fear Just being alive
Starlight twinkles mighty As they celebrate this night Distant clatter of the horses hooves Heralds their demise "Bring oaken barrels, rise your horns
il frappe la balle contre les murs oui, tellement sa galere de sa vie s'en bat les glaoui, en echec scolaire il seche les cours, traine devant l'ecole
Children need a helping hand Children need a promised land Let the children feel again That love is alive Children need a helping hand Children are
I'm alright, Why'd you ask? I'm uptight, I guess. Let it pass. I've never had much in common with you. You brought me up, Gentle and mild. But I'm somebody
men of flesh hitch a ride shorts and tans and greasy thighs at night drive into slimy bars and piss it out on our front yards they're looking in our window
