Tu connais mon talon d'Achille. Je n'ai jamais su te parler. Mes mots ne sont pas très agiles. Ils ne savent pas te faire danser. J'aimerais savoir comment dire.
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Belle. C'est un mot qu'on dirait inventé pour elle. Quand elle danse et qu'elle met son corps à jour. Tel un oiseau qui étend ses ailes pour s'envoler.
Quand les années auront passées. On retrouvera sous terre. Nos squelettes enlacés. Pour dire l'univers. Combien Quasimodo aimait. Esméralda la zingara.
J'entends couler le temps. J'ai dû laisser sur le bord d'un chemin. Mes fautes et mes vingt ans. J'ai pris le train. Ne plus appartenir qu'à l'aube. Et seulement détenir un rêve.
Je te désire encore. Je te désire plus fort qu'au premier jour. Au plaisir de ton corps. Je prendrai la mesure de ton amour. . Tu m'as blessé. Tu m'as bafoué.
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring. Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun.
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If I fall, can you pull me up?. Is it true, you're watching out. And when I'm tired, do you lay down with me?. In my head so I can sleep without you?.
Then I hear you leave. And I'm happy. Just for a moment I'm free. Then it dawns on me. . Then our time has passed. Now it won't last. And I'm getting nowhere fast.
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Cyborg Style , Cyborg Style, das ist Cyborg Style. . Ich bin ein Cyborg Digger ich hab rote Augen. ich habe Muskeln aus Stahl und es ist kaum zu glauben.
Write this down. Remember every word. You're not the things they told you way back then. You're so much more than ideas in your head. So bury them. And keep them so they can return when you're alone.
It's 2: 45 the baby takes his first breath. The mother never knew he only had a few left. And the father gets a call in the middle of the night. His breath gets short and his chest gets tight.
Today was gonna be the day. That they're gonna throw it back to you. By now you should've somehow. Realized what you not to do. I don't believe that anybody.
I'm a bit overwhelmed, some may call it uninspired. But what is there left to do when someone's so young and admired?. And what's the point of it all?.
I guess I gotta crawl before I can walk. I guess I gotta grow before we can talk. And I have the upper hand. . I'm good at letting go but I'm getting better.
Hey, oh this is another one honey. But it's not the same you say. "How could i ask you?". Oh c-c-c-come on let me ask you.. Say, say it just once. Then there's nothing left to be said.
Patience, child it will find you. Your deepest dreams will guide you. the moment that you're born. all night my fear inside will come through. haunting right behind you.
He softly told you everything. He never knew you didn't care. Break his heart again, smile and prepare. For all the words he screams. Give him a reason.