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my blue suede shoes You can do anything But lay off of my blue suede shoes Well, it's blue, blue, blue suede shoes Blue, blue, blue suede shoes, yeh Well, blue, blue, blue suede

'tit gros de Tokio Hotel (x3) Si tu t'emmerdes, promis croix de bois et surtout croix de fer, tu viens dans les rois de la Suede, F.A.R Y'a rien a faire

« A l'aube de la fin du XIXe les grands penseurs face a la revolution industrielle imaginent que le proletariat doit s'unir pour lutter contre le grand

the show, Three to get ready, Now go, cat, go. But don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my Blue suede shoes.

She said that is one thing about art He said that is I all I think about art Glamour creates glamour types, stares at the sea stars art Oh no She said

Emptiness falls nothingness calls dust settles in my head a static tv stares back at me we are soulless we are soulless yeah nothing inside nothing

So we'll live for the future yeah we'll live for our dreams in a world made of different colours, there for you and me like the sky in the morning like

You smoke your money, you burn your mind You've done what's left of your social life You sold your life for a big white rock You're sucking on a pipe

See my dolly she's over there, see her grooving on down Dressed in thought she is real yeah, her real hair is what counts Taught my baby the alphabet