: The way you talk The things you've done Make me wish I Was the only one Who Could ever have made you laugh now Could have made you Made you want want
: Oh! congregacion, pronuncias de verdad justicia? Juzgais rectamente, hijos de los hombres? No! en el corazon urdis iniquidades. En la tierra violencia
: 13 went across her face 18 sprayed upon her hair 6 pooled in her belly button 21 slipped down the crack of her ass
The way you talk, the things you've done Make me wish I was the only one Who could ever have made you laugh now? Who could have made you, made you want
You're everything That's why I cling to you When I emerge My thoughts converge to you To you The world is so small Compared to you And everybody's wrong
Baby took me out last night Got a little Cadillac bite Shook me about, inside out Didn't get home till light She's a grower, a goer You gotta get to
In this cell that is ours there is no pity No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul No beckoning to a warm horizon The sun shall never greet my eyes
... a lamb widows and humans and pits and demons and boils and sleepwalkers and bats and widows and humans and pits and demons and demons and demons
[Trucker:} "Hey kid, you looking for a lift? Get on up here How's it going good buddy?" I nailed ducks to the wall Kept my heart in dark ruins I built
On and on Born in a mining town in ?58 When black and white T.V. was up to date and men were still around Who fought for freedom, stood their ground
Frickley in South Yorkshire, a small mining town Where once the riot coppers beat the pickets to the ground Has a football team, and a stand full of fans
(Jigga Jigga!) I was looking to see some dreams drip from your fingers I was working in that lonely place where memory lingers If there were words, if
We bought a yellow towtruck To drive it round and round our neighbourhood We pass it round Pass around this plumber's friend Pass it round Pass around
(John Donne, 1573-1631) some man unworthy to be possesor of old or new love himself being false or weak thought his pain and shame would be lesser from
(B. Bonvoisin / N. Krief) Je marchais, j'avancais, je trainais ma degaine J'avancais sans savoir, sans idee de pouvoir Tu marchais, t'avancais, t'avancais
(B. Bonvoisin / N. Krief / M. Chemlek / Y. Brusco) Je voulais faire le point de quatre ans d'existence C'est assez difficile trop de moments intenses
Well aren't you success In answer select? Apologies met An effigy blessed Slow to bleed fair son Rescinded Well aren't you suspect In answer unread?
