Poulain Le pays ou tout va bien Chez Amelie Poulain Le pays ou on ne meurt qu?apres le generique de fin Chez Amelie Poulain Mais il m?arrive jamais rien Chez Amelie Poulain
Amelie Poulain Le pays ou tout va bien Chez Amelie Poulain Le pays ou on ne meurt qu?apres le generique de fin Chez Amelie Poulain Mais il m?arrive jamais rien Chez Amelie Poulain
Wrench is just a household God but I carry mine with pride I don’t work but I can work with it to split your smile run you down without a twitch, your
До потери пульса, до остановки сердца До потери пульса, до остановки сердца До потери пульса, до остановки сердца До потери пульса, до остановки сердца
Видно край мой особенный – Уж не верю и сам: Колдыри да колдобины, А вокруг – чудеса. Как под корень подрублены, А не падают, нет, Сами будто загублены
What goes up Must come down What's been lost Can't be found So feel my pulse There's somthing there You feel my pulse I'm sick with it Sick with it
ANTITOXIDOTE May be since I'm mad inside my arm Last truth gonna let it fake away Try hard And I heard her stay When she's like a piece of candle lone
CHARMICARMICAT Fine horses you know always don't know Until you let them into you like soul Let seem to more like a creak board Jump in the steam like
HOG LEG Like Stee Moanin' Ludlow Rap a tee take a man and send my own Just then my harr harr Take a send and tell it take no dess Hog Leg-and hog Force
WISPY Latin greed She's eyed in hole I don't know but I don't feel so good Like skin boiled alive Made the seed somewhere She's shaken more high Than
I love women Have all my life I love my dear mother And I love my wife - God bless her I even love my teenage daughter There's no accounting for it Apparently
When I come through When I drive through When I, when I, when I, yo, yo I'm that one cat that the hood be lovin' They way I floss, y'all chickens should
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Great aspirations often fall too short to fly Life alone can take us down it's twisted path As I wander down this road not all sure where to go Sometimes
Why every time when something hurts Someone always comes and wants to make it worse? I'll never make the cover of a rolling stone But at least I know
Sitting in the backyard on a Sunday in the morning Touched by you and all your curls that sucked me in I can hear you when you're screaming I hear you
Like a fuse I'm ready for fire Spark me up and I mean Simple seems to just a few I trust what I am saying Every day I can't believe what's going on around