-Elle)Elle decele pour moi le moindre fier (Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle)Elle revele en moi mon essentiel (Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle) Maternelle
Elle-Elle)Elle decele pour moi le moindre fier (Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle)Elle revele en moi mon essentiel (Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle-Elle) Maternelle
Elle perd confiance, se sous-estime Elle ecarte une robe, enfile un jean Puis part se noyer dans la ville Perdue dans la foule, anonyme C'est l'baby
Mother, where are you today? You took a piece of me the day you went away, No recollection nor the smell of your perfume, I took a piece of you the
What you need is . . . Motherly love Motherly love Forget about The brotherly and other-ly love Motherly love Is just the thing for you You know your
Motherly love Motherly love Forget about The brotherly and other-ly love Motherly love Is just the thing for you You know your Mothers' gonna love ya
I've been traveling a long time, To be just where you are. In dreams I have seen you, But you are so very far. How long must I travel on, To be just
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (p) Faith No More Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim
"We deal in substance by extreme prejudice" i walk (NOTE: not right) potential disorder demoralized forces anti research control from beginning
(toshifumi hinata/bill wray/diana ross) In a world of make believe You can change all that you see But in the world of reality You've taught me all that
Mother, Where are you today You took a piece of me the day you went away No recollection nor the smell of your perfume I took a piece of you the day I
Mother, where are you today? You took a piece of me the day you went away No recollections, or the smell of your perfume I took a piece of you the
Motherly love Motherly love Forget about The brotherly and other-ly love Motherly love Is just the thing for you You know your Mothers' gonna love
In this country no one cares what kind of shoes you wear No one here's gonna tell you how to comb your hair You can demonstrate and march on the White
Torn from the womb Dying in this tomb Torn Bred, just to die Slowly to decay Everything is bleak Preparing to enter our graves
You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're ever changing, I stay the same You give good sermon, I say bad grace My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste
And I'll sleep in the sea And I'll wait there beneath the mud And forgotten dreams and disease And what's the secret I'll drain from your soul And sweet
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