Hero (or not)

Hero (or not)
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Are you threatening me?
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# Posté le samedi 26 novembre 2005 16:58

Like a virgin, whouu!

Like a virgin, whouu!
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You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
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# Posté le samedi 26 novembre 2005 09:12

Quand les fourrés au chocolat nous cultivent...

Quand les fourrés au chocolat nous cultivent...
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Vous m'offrez la cité...
Je préfère les bois, car je trouve,
Voyant les hommes que vous êtes,
Plus de coeur aux rochers,
Moins de bêtise aux bêtes.

Victor Hugo
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# Posté le dimanche 06 novembre 2005 17:32

The One Ring

The One Ring
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_Trois Anneaux pour les Rois Elfes sous le ciel,
_Sept pour les Seigneurs Nains dans leurs demeures de pierre,
_Neuf pour les Hommes Mortels destinés au trépas,
_Un pour le Seigneur Ténébreux sur son sombre trône
_Dans le Pays de Mordor où s'étendent les Ombres.
_Un Anneau pour les gouverner tous. Un Anneaux pour les trouver,
_Un Anneau pour les amener tous et dans les ténèbres les lier
_Au Pays de Mordor où s'étendent les Ombres.
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# Posté le samedi 05 novembre 2005 08:15

Modifié le samedi 05 novembre 2005 18:57

Sunday, bloody sunday...

Sunday, bloody sunday...
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I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, tonight.

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street.
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Oh, let's go.

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, tonight.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your tears away.
I'll wipe your bloodshot eyes.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality.
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On...

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday...
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# Posté le dimanche 23 octobre 2005 13:53