faire Il est comme la pluie Il retourne a la terre Il va nourrir le ble Dont tu feras le pain Il n'y a pas Il n'y a pas De fin La pluie de Jules Cesar
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Quand Jules est au violon Et Leon a l'accordeon Faudrait avoir deux jambes de bois Pour ne pas danser la polka La fille a Mathurin Je peux te dire, elle
that every pussy need a dad." "can't have you cream on my girl. find another dealer to pawn off your pearls" Jules lost his jewels when he came up pearls, they took his manhood Jules
Yeah, this out there soulja boy, but i aint no soulja boy for the lord, he's our savior boy chorus:oh save and im in this oohhh, watch me shuffle praise
In times of tragedy I cant rely on my own senses I dont know what to say Ive never seen death like this before Now, hold me tight This could be our last
Ooo hoo, it?s the fun of your life Bottle keeps spinnin? spinnin Devil keeps grinnin? grinnin?, thinkin? bout a war he?s winnin? And ooo hoo, everybody
Little greenie, in-betweenie You?re standing on the earth Turn the lights on for protection Whatever it?s worth You know That in spite of all the things
Buffalo are out among the falling stars tonight Shadows cross the kitchen in the afternoon Daylight break on the hemisphere I jumped in the water You
Floating along, hippopotamus hunting The beast gets what he deserves Fall in to bed with the daughters of Jezebel And dream of Athenians There?s a hole
You always say ?Life is hard? so it is Then you disappear in a dust cloud Spinning wheels and yarns We sing a song Then you disappear in a dust cloud
Breathing, Making your way through the opening Corduroy princes and pretty things Quietly turning away Leaning Into the arms of your city life Glorious
Woke last night in the middle of a combat zone Helicopters hovering over my home My baby boy is sleeping in the other room And ooh my soul Born into the
Feet on the dashboard Head on the window Moon on a desert tree I will, I will I will stand in your light again Heard me a memory Out on the avenue Where
No friends, no neighbors No amateur soul savers Just a little light in the sky No meteor, no moon No cotton, no spoon Just a little light in the sky Jupiter
Loaded tongue and dirty fingers Queen of her mother's house Come step outside feeling full moon high Let's see what we can live without Fix an eye to
"There's no poetry between us" Said the paper to the pen Something's burning in the attic That her tongue will not defend Through the arc of conversation
They never tell you truth is subjective They only tell you not to lie They never tell you there's strength in vulnerability They only tell you not to