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My old wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge Its
Ne rit pas de ma chanson ! Poupee elle a comm' toi Quoi, quoi, quoi ? Un mari musicien, Dont la trompett' ne fait rien. De temps en temps il s'apprete A
qu'a abandonner mon corps a ton corps, reste la, reste la. Pour que rien jamais, ne change quoi que ce soit, pour que ton feu se brille pour longtemps a
la television Elle a su repondre a la question «Combien y a-t-il de pannes dans une seule emission ?» Elle a trouve la solution {Refrain:} Elle a gagne
Je bois Systematiquement Pour oublier les amis de ma femme Je bois Systematiquement Pour oublier tous mes emmerdements Je bois N'importe quel jaja Pourvu
You, You never said a word You didn?t send me no letter Don?t think i could forgive you See our world is slowly dying I?m no wasting no more time
Hey Invisible friend Do you think it?s a mistake to think of you like I do ? Hey you writing pal This song is as pathetic as the way that I look up your
want to spend my time in your arms but time has no meaning if you're not around all i have to give is for you ... close refrain This Is a Love Song, a
only walk in parks in my head I only go so far as to never get framed I'm sure a time is near when i can go through life Escaping from no cage (Merci a
Il y avait une fois Quoi, quoi, quoi Une poupee en velours Qui devenait folle d?amour Pour un p?tit soldat d?bois Qui ma foi Refaisait avec chic Les memes
your seats And the hole is what they call a sunroof Or maybe a three-way power hole [Chorus: Nelly] We ride - 24's or better, woodgrain or leather, with a
stare of your glass eye have I no wisdom that is not wise in that way we laid the rail a woven handmade indian I spoke and understood your golden virginian still not a
ratatine Je vois mon avenir en vin Toutes mes emotions s'avinent Mes vers en deviennent divins Sur mes mots je pose mon prose Et propose un deal a la
we can't find But who does? A drier heat than we know blistered me badly We've all been burning out I'll have a Gibson My throat is dry from screaming
