La route était barrée. Quand il m'a renversée. Un soir au nord de Nice. . Eblouie par les phares. J'ai croisé son regard. Et je me suis jetée. . Ravale ta salive.
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A telegram arrived today,. it is time to catch the Monteray,. cos' the man i wed' he waits for me,. and the daughter that he's yet to see,. the U.S navy beamed its message,.
We were both 18 the year that we met. I was slighty older but not by much. One look at you and I knew that was it. And your voice sounded like an angel above.
A telegram arrived today,. Well its time to catch the Monterey. 'Cause the man I wed, he waits for me. And a daughter that he's yet to see. . US Navy beamed its message,.
A telegram arrived today,. it is time to catch the Monteray,. cos' the man i wed' he waits for me,. and the daughter that he's yet to see,. the U.S navy beamed its message,.
im going out to damage my brain. you wont come you sya your staying at home. its no shame. night and day. we see each other anyway. weve got to move weve got to get away.
We grew up together in an urban town. Just me and Bill Jones always hanging around. A mumma's little boy he was an only child. His clothes were always neat and his hair carefuly styled.
Dinner call in the late afternoon. The sun step down for the moon. Story books, nightlights. And I still remember songs. Piano sing-alongs. And the colored sounds of spring.
Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore. And I'm young and I'm strong. But I feel old and tired, over fired. . And I've been poked and stoked. It's all smoke, there's no more fire, only desire.
Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore. And I'm young and I'm strong. But I feel old and tired. Over fired. . And I've been poked and stoked. It's all smoke, there's no more fire.
Got your hand up all in my shirt. And you know that it hurts. Ball and chain, my ball and chain. . Crossing the street you look so fine. Making up everything that's in my mind.
Broken arrows along the shore. Seems you intended to come back for more. . It was summer love leaving this town. It's too cold to bath and the leaves are brown.
How did we lose this great right?. Everything burns in our path. The balance we broke, left us running through smoke. You're at the blue light of the flame.
I saw your flag, another star, another stripe. What's your new bag? Something real or just some hype?. Tell me what have you sown. Have you prospered and grown?.