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musique. Bertrand Cantat / Noir Desir . sauf. the Chameleon. E. Kuepper-Balley / E. Kuepper-Balley . Denis Barthe batterie, choeurs. Frederic Vidalenc basse, choeurs. Bertrant Cantat chant
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Here today, gone later today. I been reading what the bloggers say. How 'bout a great big slice for me. Otherwise or professionally Beats workin'. Startin' up in my feet. Goes to workin' on the
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Bài hát Processed Beats - Kasabian. I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide I drop beats from this processed meat. For a conversation, a meditation. And I cut waves like some
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Bài hát Processed Beats - Kasabian. I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide I drop beats from this processed meat. For a conversation, a meditation. And I cut waves like some
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I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide I drop beats from this processed meat. For a conversation, a meditation. And I cut waves like some unborn sage. Just like terrorists
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Oh marlne. Les coeurs saignent. Et s'accrochent en haut. De tes bas. Oh marlne Dans tes veines. Coule l'amour. Des soldats. Et quand ils meurent ou s'endorment. C'est la chaleur de ta voix Qui
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My Heart Beats For Love - Miley Cyrus. I've been traveling on a lonely street . Got lost in the shadows . Fell hard in the battle . The choirs and the suffering . I walked through the darkness . Left
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Dead Beats, lurking now, Dead Beats, lurking now. Dead Beats, lurking now, Dead Beats, lock it down. Dead Beats, lurking now, Dead Beats, lurking now. Dead Beats, lurking now, Dead Beats, lock it
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Someone who would try to understand. Someone who'd be thrilled to touch my hand. An' through all eternity, she'd be good for only me. Beats there a heart so true? Someone who could make her lips
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Song Beats To The Rhyme - Run-D. M. C. DJ's and MC's, coming up next is the one and only. Incredible, Jam Master. Yo, back up off the ropes, punk. Run. Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme I just made
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Hello sneaking man. You want to fix my mind. But I don't care for you. Your smile and the other lies. You were crawling around my bed. Sure I was afraid. Lord could you see my blood. And could
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On l'a vu dans la poussire. Avec les chats des cimetires. Glissant entre les fissures. Frlant les tombes et leurs murs. Dans la chaleur de l't. Les os des hommes pourrissaient. Joey ce soir ne d
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marianne rebelle me disait. qu'elle est plus jolie mtisse. ici paris. caravanes, vent du dsert,. mais nous n'irons plus la guerre. l'attaque. ici new-york, ici moscou. chacun pour soi, tous pou
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Quand la nuit s'tend, elle se laisse tomber au hasard. Elle enveloppe et elle sape les carcasses atroces. Et si tu peux te perdre du ct du fleuve. Il te calmera jusqu' ce que tu ne puisses plus res
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She's always smiling. On her golden bed. Lying under ghosts and calls. You can't always sleep mary. sweet mary. sweet mary. She always turns off. If you call her name. Back to a wasted ocean.
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C'est le soir et le vent s'est lev. Dans les ruelles o la poussire vole. Aiiii c'est l'heure o vont danser. Ceux que la chaleur ne peut laisser. C'est un endroit o on voit. Courir dans les veines
