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  • Penalty, Biohazard.

    What's inside my state of mind, can you deal with reality?
    Who pays the price for hating, who decides our final fate?
    Can you reall trust the government, can you really believe the truth?
    Will you die for what you believe or will you suffer like a fool?
    Sacrifice, penalty
    You gave your life
    And paid the price of hate
    Is there anyone you can count on when it's time to do things right?
    Or are these people just ****ing maggots sucking you for all your life?
    Who looks out for our best interests, who cares about their fellow man?
    Or are we all just ****ing animals ****ing each other anytime we can?
    Who's gonna beg for mercy
    When the time to fight back comes
    Get down on bended knee and pray
    For our salvation
    I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
    [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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    • Dany Brillant

      Les envieux (Havana)

      quand la vie nous brise un peu
      en traçant ses blessures
      que le ciel devient moins bleu
      que tout paraît moins sûr
      quand on se moque de toi
      que tu les entends rire
      tu es seul et tu as froid
      tu es à la dérive
      un jour tu t'es envolé
      pour forger ton destin
      mais tu veux t'arrêter
      au détour du chemin
      à cause de quelques uns
      qui font dévier ta route
      qui ne te veulent que du bien
      et mettent en toi le doute

      ils passent leur temps à parler
      de ce que tu espères
      que tu cesses de rêver
      que tu as mieux à faire
      mais s'ils s'amusent de ça
      c'est que ça les dérange
      s'ils sont cruels envers toi
      c'est l'envie qui les ronge

      et ils te crachent dessus
      ils n'ont rien d'autre à faire
      est-ce qu'ils n'auraient pas reçu
      la grâce et le mystère
      il y a quelque chose en toi
      que le ciel t'a donné
      c'est leur jeu que tu ferais
      si tu y renonçais

      un beau jour ne dis plus rien
      et sèche un peu tes larmes
      tu ravales ton chagrin
      et tu t'en fais une arme
      regarde les trépigner
      dans leurs petits souliers
      et laisse les bien s'agiter
      et laisse les bien s'énerver
      et laisse les bien critiquer
      le temps va les saigner
      le temps va les saigner

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      • Dany Brillant
        Ronsard 96

        Quand tu t'en vas, que tu me laisses
        Pour aller vers d'autres amants,
        Que tu ne tiens plus tes promesses
        Et joue avec mes sentiments,
        Alors en moi, je deviens bête
        Et j'ai de mauvaises pensées.
        Je songe au temps de ta défaite,
        Lorsque le temps t'aura vidée.
        Quand t'auras perdu ta jeunesse,
        Tu ne seras qu'une fleur fânée.
        Je veux que tes amants te laissent
        Et que tu te mettes à douter.
        Je veux qu'un jour tu connaisses
        La peur de ne plus être aimée,
        Qu'un jour, ta beauté disparaisse,
        S'essouflant avec les années.

        Quand tu n'auras plus cette grâce
        Qu'ont les jeunes filles de quinze ans,
        Ce jour-là, tu perdras la face
        A la face de tes soupirants.
        Tu auras beau faire des manières
        Mais tout ça ne changera rien.
        Celle qui vit sur sa chair
        Ne peut faire un très long chemin.
        Quand t'auras perdu ta jeunesse,
        Tu te lèveras tôt le matin
        Pour dissimuler les faiblesses
        De ce visage que tu peins.
        Alors moi, j'aurai un sourire
        Et je me souviendrai du temps
        Où tu avais un avenir
        Dans la splendeur de tes vingt ans.

        Mais je m'égare et je délire
        Car tu es si belle à présent.
        J'aurai moi aussi à souffrir
        De ce temps voleur de printemps,
        Mais, que veux-tu, c'est ma vengeance
        De penser que ce jour viendra
        Où tu connaîtras la souffrance
        Que je connais à cause de toi.

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        • 99 Tears Is Almost for Life
          Flatt And Scruggs



          The courtroom was crowded the judge waited there
          My mother was crying when I left my chair
          The sentence were sharpful they cut like a knife
          For ninety ninety years folks is almost for life
          I dreamed of the whistle I heard the bells ring
          My sweetheart was coming some good news to bring
          I knew that she loved me and that she'd be true
          She said she would save me I'm guilty as you
          She went for a pardon or else for parole
          I know she'll come back for she's part of my soul
          If she ever fails me I'd be mighty blue I'll stay in this jailhouse I'll die in here too
          [ dobro ]
          They said I was a criminal and to my despair
          They sent me to Nashville and shaved off my hair
          So come hear my story I'll tell you my fate
          I'm serving in Nashville for another man's hate
          I just got a letter from Nashville town and after I read it my spirit broke down
          It's sad that my sweetheart and the judge would be wed
          And here in this jailhouse I wish I was dead
          No matter how right folks a man he may be
          Bad company will sent him to prison like me
          So take a good woman and make her your wife
          For ninety ninety years folks is almost for life
          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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          • Have listened to this song so much over the last few weeks that it would be sacrilege not to post it:

            Def Leppard
            Pour Some Sugar On Me


            Step inside, walk this way
            You and me babe, Hey, hey!

            Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
            Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
            Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
            Demolition woman, can I be your man?
            Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
            Television lover, baby, go all night
            Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
            Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah

            Hey!
            C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
            Break the bubble, break it up

            Pour some sugar on me
            Ooh, in the name of love
            Pour some sugar on me
            C'mon fire me up
            Pour your sugar on me
            Oh, I can't get enough

            I'm hot, sticky sweet
            From my head to my feet yeah

            Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
            Crazy little woman in a one man show
            Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
            Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up

            You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
            Tease a little more
            Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
            Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
            Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah

            Take a bottle, shake it up
            Break the bubble, break it up

            Pour some sugar on me
            Ooh, in the name of love
            Pour some sugar on me
            C'mon fire me up
            Pour your sugar on me
            Oh, I can't get enough

            I'm hot, sticky sweet
            From my head to my feet yeah

            [guitar solo]

            You got the peaches, I got the cream
            Sweet to taste, saccharine
            'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
            From my head, my head, to my feet

            Do you take sugar? one lump or two?

            Take a bottle, shake it up
            Break the bubble, break it up

            Pour some sugar on me
            Ooh, in the name of love
            Pour some sugar on me
            C'mon fire me up
            Pour your sugar on me
            Oh, I can't get enough
            Pour some sugar on me
            Oh, in the name of love
            Pour some sugar on me
            Get it, come get it
            Pour your sugar on me
            Ooh
            Pour some sugar on me
            Yeah! Sugar me!
            Smile
            For though he was master of the world, he was not quite sure what to do next
            But he would think of something

            "Hm. I suppose I should get my waffle a santa hat." - Kuciwalker

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            • thanks Slowwy.

              Beatles:

              You've got to hide your love away.


              Here I stand head in hand
              Turn my face to the wall
              If she's gone I can't go on
              Feelin' two-foot small

              Everywhere people stare
              Each and every day
              I can see them laugh at me
              And I hear them say

              Hey you've got to hide your love away
              Hey you've got to hide your love away

              How could I even try
              I can never win
              Hearing them, seeing them
              In the state I'm in

              How could she say to me
              Love will find a way
              Gather round all you clowns
              Let me hear you say

              Hey you've got to hide your love away
              Hey you've got to hide your love away
              Scouse Git (2) La Fayette Adam Smith Solomwi and Loinburger will not be forgotten.
              "Remember the night we broke the windows in this old house? This is what I wished for..."
              2015 APOLYTON FANTASY FOOTBALL CHAMPION!

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              • Nails

                88 Lines About 44 Women

                Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out to the bitter end.
                Carla was a different type, she's the one who put it in.
                Mary was a black girl, and I was afraid of a girl like that.
                Susan painted pictures sitting down like the Buddhists sat.

                Reno was an aimless girl, a geographic memory.
                Cathy was a Jesus-freak, she liked that kind of misery.
                Vicky had this special way of turning sex into a song.
                Carmela couldn't sing, kept the beat and kept it strong.

                Xylla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of rap.
                Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath.
                Sherri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab.
                Kathleen's point of view was this: take whatever you can grab.

                Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map.
                Karen liked to tie me up, and left me hanging by a strap.
                Jeannie had this nightclub walk that made grown men feel underage.
                Mary Ellen, who had a son and said "I must go, but finally stayed.

                Gloria, the last taboo was shattered by her tongue one night.
                Mimi brought the taboo back and held it up before the light.
                Marilyn, who knew no shame, was never, ever satisfied.
                Julie came and went so fast, she didn't even say good-bye.

                Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine.
                Patty had a house in Houston, shot cough syrup in her veins.
                Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol.
                Katherine was much too pretty, she didn't do that sh!t at all.

                Uh-uh. Not Katherine.

                Pauline thought that love was simple, turn it on and turn it off.
                Kit-Marie was complicated, like some French film-maker's plot.
                Gina was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight.
                Jackie was a rich punk-rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate.

                Sarah was a modern dancer, a lean pristine transparency.
                Janet wrote bad poetry in a crazy kind of urgency.
                Tanya Turkish liked to f*** while wearing leather biker boots.
                Brenda's strange obsession was for certain vegetables and fruits.

                Rowena was an artist's daughter, the deeper image shook her up.
                Dee-dee's mother left her father, took his money and his truck.
                Debbie-Rae had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home.
                Nina, sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone.
                Bobbie joined a new-wave band, and changed her name to Bobbie-Sox.
                Eloise, who played guitar, sang songs about whales and c@cks.
                Terri didn't give a sh!t, just a nihilist.
                Ronnie was much more my style, she wrote songs just like this.
                Jezebel went forty days drinking nothing but Perrier.
                Dinah drove her Chevrolet into the San Francisco bay.
                Judy came from O-hi-o, she's a Scientologist.
                Pomerante, here's a kiss, I chose you to end this list.

                Eighty-eight lines about forty-four women.


                Marc Almond

                Title: There Is a Bed

                Album: Mother Fist And Her Five Daughters


                There is a bed where I can end my days
                To think about the road I've run, the miles I've come
                There is a bed where troubles melt away
                My lonely hours or hours with you
                The times that we've come through

                There is a bed where we shared times of love
                And out of love those nights are memories best forgot
                We argued about trivial things
                And slept apart, a wall we built among the sheets

                There is a bed where sickness left its touch
                And fever damp the sheets where I would shake all night
                Cold burning on my brow
                Hallucinations here and now
                A fight to live or die

                There is a bed where first we both made love
                And left the marks, reminders of how good it felt
                The hard, the soft, the sweat in midnight's hour
                We built the fort, we climbed the tower

                There is a bed where years will make us wise
                Truth and lies defeat, despise and forgiving
                The sheets our cradle birth to death
                The twists and turns of love, the life we're living

                There is bed where nights I lay awake
                To think about my future to forget my past
                My bed a boat to sail the seas
                To land where safety finds me gripping to the mast

                And though I feel the years slip through my fingers
                Sorrow lingers and won't go away
                There is a bed that is my sanctuary
                A bed where I can end my days

                There is a bed


                MISS SHAPIRO

                801

                From "801 Live"

                All the peasants in the squares
                With the tables and the chairs
                Set to salvage certain numbers
                From the wonder of the tundra
                And the muses in the gloom
                Counting needles in their rooms
                On the carpet in the corner
                In a kind of secret slumber
                While the information rains
                Slash the dirty windowpanes in the square.

                Smokey broads and smoky windows in the square
                Come come charmer come on over for the day
                Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die
                Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay.

                Over forty pointed people
                In the perfect pointed steeple
                Looked to see the lucky number
                Yes the wonder of the Tundra
                Had come up for fame and fortune
                Singing his tune, my tune, your tune
                Wooing daughters of the gifted
                On the carpets in the courtrooms
                While the tickets were expensive
                The show was quite relentless in the square.

                Smoky broads and smoky windows in the square
                Come come charmer come on over for the day
                Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die
                Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay

                Dalai Lama llama puss puss
                Stella maris missa nobis
                Miss a dinner Miss Shapiro
                Shampoos pot - pot pinkies pampered
                Movement hampered like at Christmas
                Ha – ha, isn't life a circus?
                Round in circles like the Archers
                Always stiff or always starchy
                Yes it's happening and it's fattening
                And it's all that we can get into the show.

                Smoky broads and smoky windows in the square
                Come come charmer come on over for the day
                Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die
                Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay
                Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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                • Two For Tuesday; Blues By Robert Johnson

                  Rambling On My Mind
                  From the November 23, 1936 session in San Antonio.



                  I got ramblin', I’ve got ramblin' on my mind
                  I got ramblin', I’ve got ramblin' all on my mind
                  Hate to leave my baby, but she treats me so unkind

                  I got mean things, I’ve got mean things all on my mind
                  Little girl little girl, I got mean things all on my mind
                  Hate to leave you here baby, but you treat me so unkind

                  Runnin' down to the station, catch the first mail train I see
                  Runnin' down to the station, catch that ol’ first mail train I see
                  I got the blues about miss so-and-so, and the child's got the blues about me

                  And I'm leaving this morning, with my arms fold up and cryin'
                  And I'm leaving this morning, with my arms fold up and cryin'
                  I hate to leave my baby, but she treats me so unkind

                  I got mean things, I’ve got mean things all on my mind
                  I got mean things, I’ve got mean things all on my mind
                  I got to leave my baby, but she treats me so unkind

                  ***************************************

                  Sweet Home Chicago
                  Recorded on 23 November 1936 in San Antonio


                  Oh, baby don't you want to go
                  Oh, baby don't you want to go
                  Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago

                  Oh, baby don't you want to go
                  Oh, baby don't you want to go
                  Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago

                  Now, one and one is two, two and two is four
                  I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go
                  Cryin' baby, honey, don't you want to go
                  Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago

                  Now two and two is four, four and two is six
                  You gon' keep on monkeyin' 'round here, friend-boy, you gon' get your business all in a trick
                  I'm cryin' baby, honey, don't you want to go
                  Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago

                  Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten
                  Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gon' do it again
                  I'm cryin' hey, hey, baby, don't you want to go
                  To the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago

                  I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa
                  Somebody will tell me that you need my help someday
                  Cryin' hey, hey, baby, don't you want to go
                  Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago
                  Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                  "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                  He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                  • Licking Cream by Sevendust


                    Corrupt my hope
                    In joyous hell
                    Between the lines
                    Lick the cream that smells

                    I wish you weren't so beautiful in my eyes
                    (crawling down your spine to make you stay)
                    I wish you weren't so beautiful in my eyes
                    (covering your eyes to make you pay)

                    Beyond the high
                    Lies burning eyes
                    Crashed down to soil
                    ****ed up and coiled

                    I wish you weren't so beautiful in my eyes
                    (crawling down your spine to make you stay)
                    I wish you weren't so beautiful in my eyes
                    (covering your eyes to make you pay)

                    Too beautiful

                    (repeat)

                    You want to feel it
                    But you can't reveal that
                    Conceived the meaning
                    And caress the demon
                    All those callous eyes
                    How they infect you world
                    So you pretend to reason
                    But you've lost your soul

                    I wish you weren't so beautiful in my eyes
                    (crawling down your spine to make you stay)
                    I wish you weren't so beautiful in my eyes
                    (covering your eyes to make you pay)
                    You shouldn't be so beautiful in my eyes
                    (crawling down your spine to make you stay)
                    I wish you weren't so beautiful in my eyes
                    (covering your eyes to make you pay)

                    Too beautiful
                    "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                    • Two Georgie's For Tuesday

                      ________________________________


                      Here Comes The Sun


                      Here comes the sun (Du du du du)
                      Here comes the sun
                      And I say
                      It's alright

                      Little darling
                      It's been a long cold lonely winter
                      Little darling
                      It feels like years since it's been here

                      Here comes the sun (Du du du du)
                      Here comes the sun
                      And I say
                      It's alright

                      Little darling
                      The smiles returning to the faces
                      Little darling
                      It seems like years since it's been here

                      Here comes the sun
                      Here comes the sun
                      And I say
                      It's alright

                      Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

                      Little darling
                      I feel that ice is slowly melting
                      Little darling
                      It seems like years since it's been clear

                      Here comes the sun
                      Here comes the sun
                      And I say
                      It's alright

                      Here comes the sun (Du du du du)
                      Here comes the sun
                      It's alright
                      It's alright

                      ____________________________________________

                      Here Comes The Moon

                      Everybody's talking up a storm
                      Act like they don't notice it
                      But here it is and here it comes . . .
                      Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

                      Impulse always quickens when it's full
                      As it turns my head around me
                      Yes it does and here it comes
                      Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

                      God's gift I see that's moving up there into the night . . .
                      Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:
                      Looks like a little brother to the sun
                      Or mother to the stars at night
                      And here it is and here it comes
                      Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

                      Breath is always taken when it's new
                      Enhance upon the clouds around it
                      Yes it is and here it comes
                      Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.
                      _________________________________________
                      "I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?" -Frank Zappa
                      "A thing moderately good is not so good as it ought to be. Moderation in temper is always a virtue, but moderation in principle is always a vice."- Thomas Paine
                      "I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours." -Bob Dylan

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                      • Papadopoulos

                        Little spin around (go around)

                        The night you counted all the stars
                        The night you read road in the cup
                        The night you drove out the postman
                        And wore careau dress

                        The night it didn't bring me morning (only)
                        A mass that corrugates the universe
                        And I was left, a half crazed child, to rip
                        To rip clothes on the balcony

                        Little spin around, I'm afraid of you
                        Little spin around, I don't sleep
                        Little spin around, I'm afraid of you
                        Little spin around, I don't sleep

                        The night you erased everything
                        And that each morning brought you dizzyness
                        The night you counted your words
                        And told me hold me, I'll leave again

                        Little cosmic (worldly) spin around
                        Little little spin around of the boredom
                        Virgin with the jasmine
                        And the result of polycosmia (too much crowds/world)
                        Last edited by Bereta_Eder; February 25, 2004, 02:15.

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                        • Texas Bound And Flyin'
                          Jerry Reed



                          Well if I can keep it on the ground
                          when I put that hammer down
                          then I'll be Texas bound and aflyin'

                          Ive got my 10 in the wind
                          let it all hang out again
                          Cause how're you gonna win
                          if you ain't trying

                          Well now we're all back together
                          and we're burnin' up the road
                          and that old sheriff's doggin' us today
                          He thinks he's really got it cookin'
                          plans to do a lot of bookin'
                          only trouble he keeps lookin'
                          where we've already been!

                          So if I can keep it on the ground
                          when I put that hammer down
                          then I'll be Texas bound and aflyin'

                          Well if I can keep it on the ground
                          when I put that hammer down
                          then I'll be Texas bound and aflyin'

                          Ive got my 10 in the wind
                          let it all hang out again
                          Cause how're you gonna win
                          if you ain't trying

                          Now 'Smokey and the Bandit'
                          is a tale you don't forget
                          everytime you time your hear
                          an engine scream and whine
                          You have to think about ol' Bandit,
                          ol' Buford, Frog, and Fred, and Snowman
                          Their story is a legend
                          that will live on in time!

                          So if I can keep it on the ground
                          when I put that hammer down
                          then I'll be Texas bound and aflyin'
                          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                          • Kazadzidis

                            I will not love again

                            My share of hapiness
                            Others have took it
                            Because I had clean hands
                            And a big heart

                            My share of hapiness
                            Others have took it
                            Because I had clean hands
                            And a big heart

                            My God the second time
                            That I will come to live
                            As much as the heart craves
                            I'll not love again

                            My God the second time
                            That I will come to live
                            As much as the heart craves
                            I'll not love again

                            Like a seabeaten brick
                            Like a devastated rock
                            Like an outsider I came to life
                            And I leave as an outsider

                            Like a seabeaten brick
                            Like a devastated rock
                            Like an outsider I came to life
                            And I leave as an outsider

                            My God the second time
                            That I will come to live
                            As much as the heart craves
                            I'll not love again

                            My God the second time
                            That I will come to live
                            As much as the heart craves
                            I'll not love again

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                            • Kotsiras

                              Our First Time

                              Like this as I hold you in my arms
                              And you have laied on the sheets
                              I say My God make it that our first night
                              Lasts for a thousand years

                              From your soft body
                              I drink the drops like honey
                              Come to fly together
                              In love forever throughout the centuries

                              Touch me, make me dizzy take me high
                              Kiss me wrap me in your warm hands
                              And let's say it and let's swear, our every night
                              As long as we live to relive our first time

                              Like this as we leave ourselves sweetly now and sleepy on the bed
                              I say My God may we always be well always forgotten inside love
                              You are tired but I am here lay against my body and sleep

                              Wherever it leads I'l love you
                              Your life has by now become mine

                              Touch me, make me dizzy take me high
                              Kiss me wrap me in your warm hands
                              And let's say it and let's swear, our every night
                              As long as we live to relive our first time
                              Last edited by Bereta_Eder; February 26, 2004, 08:34.

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                              • Lidakis

                                Stars don’t scold me

                                Stars don’t scold me
                                Stars don’t scold me
                                Stars don’t scold me
                                Because I sing at night

                                Oh because I had pain in the heart
                                Because I had pain in the heart my little tall brunette
                                Because I had pain in the heart and I came out and told it

                                Stars don’t scold me
                                Because I sing at night
                                Stars don’t scold me
                                Because I sing at night

                                To the stars I’ll tell my pain
                                To the stars I’ll tell my pain
                                To the stars I’ll tell my pain
                                Who don’t betray it

                                Oh, who also have patience
                                Oh, who also have patience, ah the way you made me end up
                                Who also have patience for hours to pay heed

                                To the stars I’ll tell my pain who don’t betray it
                                To the stars I’ll tell my pain who don’t betray it

                                Ask the stars of the heaven
                                Ask the stars of the heaven
                                Ask the stars of the heaven
                                And they will tell you

                                How my little eyes cry
                                How my little eyes cry, ah the way you made me end up
                                How my little eyes cry when they remember you
                                Ask the stars of the heaven and they will tell you
                                Ask the stars of the heaven and they will tell you

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