A devil in a midnight mass, He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky
A devil in a midnight mass Who preyed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past I was told that the world wouldn't believe
It's pretty cold for late September The autumn wind is creeping in The summer sun packed up it's long gone There's a whole lot of leaving going on, yeah
Existe t-il meilleur outil du pouvoir Qu'un ecran ou un poste radio dans un couloir Qui seme au 4 vents la parole de l'etat Une presence quotidienne pour
C'est vrai qu'elle avait plein d'amis C'est vrai qu'elle avait plein d'amants Elle ouvrait son coeur jour et nuit Aux abimes du sentiment Petite soeur
[DOVE:] Oodles and oodles of O's, you know You get 'em from my sister You get 'em from my bro All I is is man, and once an embryo Am I solid gold? I don
It's really more than I can say, Lookin' at this tower, Angels are off duty and asleep, In these wee hours, And there's no place I can go, And the noise
Esta noche no voy a verte, hoy me quedo pensando en ti En las noches que pasamos que sentaitos en nuestro jardin La luna como testigo, las flores como
to reduce their cost. I don't want your drugs, you can't keep me numb! Fuck your phone advice, give me a real treatment now. It's a mass murder conspiracy
Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do A whole lot o' loving to do Come on baby, to make a party takes two Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do A whole
Toujours le meme refrain que tu me chantes en vain Toujours le meme refrain que tu me chantes pour rien Les femmes l'alcool et la drogue t'enverront
of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalization Fear is a weapon of mass destruction Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass
mass destruction You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalization Fear is a weapon of mass
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