Paris, aout 2003, Gare Montparnasse, un homme attend un train qui n'arrive pas, une femme oblitere son ticket, elle part, un touriste breton descend
Devore-moi, arrache la douleur Mon corps repose dans l'air Froid Glace Etendu sur un matelas de vide Invisible, il n'est pas Devore-le, il est tien,
Siamo la, siamo la, la compagnia dei gatti neri ci muoviamo nella notte, lavoriamo con il buio stampiamo manifesti, cerchiamo gente come noi difendiamo
Le marque-page impassible Les livres, les films, nos nuits Pour moi, toujours les memes Ton corps, sur moi me freineRegarde : la nuit, les chats sont
I got up this morning Put on my shoes Tied my shoes Went to the mirror But I combed my hair I made a move Know what to do Tried to break and run Baby
We're dangerous dudes, we got bad attitudes Most of our brain cells are gone We were born to be bad..you better not get us mad Or we just might toilet
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of a grime a gang they think grime cant i think grime can i know alot of clubs in the country where they wont play grime and there grimes' band grime
Lord of karma There's been some knockin' There's been some heavy knockin' It sounds like someone wants to break down the door My super ego where I go
She wants to sit beside you In your big chair In your big chair The devil has the power to assume a appleasing shape She wants Oh my God
I dream of Heaven I dream of Heaven I dream of Heaven Yeah High time we made a stand And shook up the views of the common man And the love train rides
Deja vu Deja vu Deja vu Deja vu I must learn to protect myself I'm not a man of violence I must learn to protect myself From the sins of science People
We walk upstairs, we walk upstairs Everything is wonderful down in South Africa Lorraine has sinus after all Buried alive Hate Buried alive Hate Stop
[Incomprehensible] Into that void of silence Where we cry without sound Where tears roll down Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence
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Money can't change the way you feel Smoke stains on your fingertips Made for life is no big deal When something behind you that just doesn't fit And
Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I heard a rumor from Ground Control Oh no, don't say it's true They got a message from the action
You look different every time You come from the foam crested brine It's your skin shining softly in the moonlight Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly