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All the feeling leaving you Till you left alone inside a hollow shell Twice repeated, me then you Till your left alone not knowing who to blame But I
of money just grinding our meat BEND OVER HERE IT COMES AGAIN! To hell with rubbers I need the moisture a real woman, and not a picture a gleaming brown
S.H.A.R.O.N. S.H.A.R.O.N. And its winter now but it was summer then S.H.A.R.O.N. S.H.A.R.O.N. And Again , And Again , And Again , And Again The last
M-O-T-H-E-R (A WORD THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME) Writers Howard Johnson, Theodore Morse I've been around the world, you bet, but never went to school
We could have spent the night. We're sitting on the floor, everything was gonna be just fine. Missing you, missing me, a thousand times. Waiting hours
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
sanctioned soles But what is he laughing at? There was nothing padded about a wagon full of mace Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back Ribs cracking beneath a
yo! g! phat! dope! tongue... kid! son! muthafukkaaa!
of a bitch! [Chorus] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem
's what I thought, A W O H I'm a MC When I'm not on duty I'll go homeboy tunes on Fruity I put the TV on newbs Have a drink, but I don't blaze I'm a
e ora di ricominciare a volgere verso il bisogno semplice cantatelo con me C'e nessuno? Rispondete. C-A-R-P-A-C-H-O Carpaccio (rip) La pratica della
out for everyone to see Because you look like, act like people you wanna be I'm calling you out, for everyone to know Because you look like, act like, a
used to be, you are a mystery Just like a dream, you don't know what you see Just like a prayer your voice can take me there Just like a prayer, I'll
just grinding our meat Bend over here it comes again ! To hell with rubbers I need the moisture A real woman, and not a picture A gleaming brown eye
On se regarde, on se farde De reves et de gestes On s'imagine bien plus fort Que nos coeurs coffres forts Remonter un peu a la surface Briser la glace
"On ramasse jusqu'au vide, on en creve" "On enferme tout, les mots, meme les reves" Pourtant y a qu'une chose a comprendre "Tout ce qu'on a, faudra le
