mes olives dans une pizza chaude Le goal est tombe comme un kit C'etait pas le seul a aimer le foot Mate, mate, aficionado ... Mets t'en plein la vue Mate, mate, aficionado
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine
Raise up the anchors and seal up the cracks Self hate and microphones, we'll re-trace the maps A beat up guitar and an amp I got for free I compile blurred
We roll tonight To the guitar bite Stand up and be countedFor what you are about to recieve We are the dealersWe'll give you everything you need Hail
His friends are more than fond of Robin He doesn't need to compliment them And always as he leaves he leaves them Feeling proud just to know him When
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming Saying something about a queen, there were peasants singing and Drummers drumming and the archer split
If all my dreams were a tidal wave And every day was Christmas We could spend our lives in the drip At the edge of the world 'Cause love is something
Well, I never really understood religions Except, it seems a good reason to kill Everybody's got their own conceptions And you know, they always will
Early in the mornin', just before the dawn I turn my TV on and watch the fuzz The sun scrapes away the first layers of the day Nothing is meant, this
Michael, time to get up
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Viajando pra Mato Grosso, Aparecida do Taboado Conheci uma morena, que me deixou amarrado Deixei a linda pequena, por Deus confesso, desconsolado Mudei
Come traveling me darling I need to see you shine All love in the time kiss kiss like mommy's lips her last lips im gonna cry cos in the ballot
AFICION Despertar de rendicion. Gran tormenta estomacal. Es tamana mi aficion. Es tamano su final. Mira, no nos va tan mal. En la extrana procesion
Hotel hobbies paddin' dawns hollow corridors Bell boys checkin' out the hookers in the bar Slug like fingers trace the star spangled clouds of cocaine
(Jack Poels) 't is echt woar ik ken enne vent heej is dertig joar en noeit content heej is knettergek, heej is knettergek en 't ergste van alles is heej