"Cause when I flow the for the street " - " who else could it be" "Nas " Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) The ship that sails the seven seas Has finally brought me to my knees It's not much to my liking The people standing
From birth to five, you're learning From five to ten, you're playing By the time you're fifteen, you're never wrong But then you turn around and it's
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I have to tell you?I'm obsessed with my childhood. I never pooped! Im serious I hated pooping..i never did it. I refused to poo as a child?mostly I
From this nightmare, A deep breath Helps me to sympathize, Surrounded, by my present darkness, A slight turn Catch a glimpse on the wall Every night,
And I've been waking up angry It's gotta stop All this childhood behaviour And I know it seems hard To be around Like the son who was born to save me
[Agony] You're alone in your bedroom Hiding from the world, staring at the ceiling [Me] Mother said 'he'll be home soon' But he never was, and I knew
I remember all the days gone by Years before now when I was a child We ran through the town and [Incomprehensible] We did all the things which we had
Childhood is a meadow, for angels without wings . . . Childhood is a meadow, of toys an' rose-covered swings . . . With singing brooks for
smoking your first cigarette coughing and getting sick making an experience childhood cruel wicked father's touch so new love it seemed became untrue
Have you seen my childhood? I'm searching for that world that I come from 'Cause I've been looking around In the lost and found of my heart... No one
The beginning of the end, Of the heart lost, was my friend. The nature of that place, Sends a sweet smell, Around my head. Oh well. The hardest thing
Tu m'appelais « Papou » Surtout tu m'appelais Te pendais a mon cou Quand la vie t'effrayait Moi j'etais la pour te construire Le plus joli des avenirs
Qui muore Dio Formicai di case e sedia da impagliare E i ritorni ubriachi lungo le ringhiere Di quei padri senza stima e umanita Nessuno qui denuncera
Un rien te fait rougir Comme un feu de brindilles Et tu hais les familles Comme j'ai pu les hair Un rien te fait rougir Et tu voudrais changer Le sens
Qu'elles sont tristes nos vacances Quand on fait la chasse a l'Enfance, Rue du Capitaine Ferber La lune accroche aux reverberes Des ombres freles en sarrau
Coro: Laudate dominum Laudate dominum Laudate dominum Voce: Forse fu all'ora terza forse alla nona cucito qualche giglio sul vestitino alla buona