Hey! les enfants, c'est le temps de voter. Vous avez besoin de moi et j'ai besoin de vous. Right!. Mes cheveux cirs, mon regard TV. Je rve la gloire et bien sr au pouvoir.
Hey! les enfants, c'est le temps de voter. Vous avez besoin de moi et j'ai besoin de vous. Right!. Mes cheveux cirs, mon regard TV. Je rve la gloire et bien sr au pouvoir.
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She's never lonely when she's alone, one-sided talking but she's not. on the phone, kicking and screaming like she's fighting for her life,. but there's no crazy killer coming at her with a knife. Playing the.
(W.H. Auden). Victor was a little baby, into this world he came:. His father took him on his knee and said:' Don't dishonour the family. name.' Victor looked up at his father- loked up with big round eyes:.
Leave me. Lying here. Cause I don't wanna go. Leave me. Lying here. Cause I don't wanna go. Leave me. Lying here. Cause I don't wanna go. Tell me, tell me what you really want from me.
You're so wonderful, I adore you,. I adore you, I adore you, Victrola.. . You're so audio, don't remove me,. To a movie, I am grooving, Victrola.. . Ahhh... Happy New Year.
(woohoooo. woohoooo. woohoooo. woohoooo). Waiting for. opportunity to strike. I have been your biggest fan. what a tour. a little blow to cure your fright.
I turned the volume up this morning. Till there was ringing in my ears. I haven't felt this good in years. . Another villain on the cover. Of every major magazine.
Stripping flowers at pedal pace. Twirling blur of legs, legs and lace. Victoria, she loves her name. . Running flushed our faces red. Daring her to kiss, to kiss my head.
Thirteen miles on 31 are drying. All along adopt-a-highway lay the empty cans of masquerade. Thirteen miles on 31 are drying. The sky is lavender with ivory clouds that threaten drops of finger-paints.
Thirteen miles on 31 are drying. All along adopt-a-highway lay the empty cans of masquerade. Thirteen miles on 31 are drying. The sky is lavender with ivory clouds that threaten drops of finger-paints.
Alright!. . When you're broken from the breakup,. and those cold tears smear your makeup. and you're wishing he made sure you were dead when he left. sixteen sutures on your throat dear.
This is a story about a man. A short story about the violence in his hand. On automatic trigger. He ain't used to taking shit. So no one's giving it. And his ego's getting bigger.
I've been led to believe. Been led to believe. We all can change. I have come to see. Have come to see. Everyone is tangled. Attached by strings that never stop.
Kings and queens. Far and wide. Your faith sleeps tonight. Catastrophe fills your halls. One by one, you'll fall. . Vendetta. Their questioning. conquering your realm.
Tulede valgel uinuv linn. Saadab mind teele taas. Hvasti tled siis ja lehvitad kaugelt veel. Ma pole su beib, ei mannekeen. Ja arvan, et sa vist tead.
is this the end. or is this the first breath of new morning. after i've died - i've died here alone. but still there was hope. even in the darkest hours.
is this steel of odin strong enough to steep my candle. did you come here to put out at last my flame. i'm the one and only tearing down the worlds of mayhem.
god why can't we see. lost souls trapped on long forgotten seas. all alone - sailing far behind the worlds. here is hope if we call them now with a common prayer.