my own summer-deftones
che canzone state ascoltando in questo momento?
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walk - pantera[CENTER]BELGISH BEER - BIERE BELGE
Hoegaarden
[SIZE="2"][SIZE="1"]Witbier - Bi
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La pastorale, sinfonia n° 6 Beethoven
"La musica è una rivelazione più profonda di ogni saggezza e filosofia...
Chi penetra il senso della mia musica potrà liberarsi dalle miserie in cui si trascinano gli altri uomini."
Ludwig van Beethoven[COLOR="DarkRed"][SIZE="1"][I][B][COLOR="Teal"][COLOR="DarkRed"][SIZE="4"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]mi hanno chiesto cos'
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hei ho anche io i king, dischi originali in vinile[COLOR="DarkRed"][SIZE="1"][I][B][COLOR="Teal"][COLOR="DarkRed"][SIZE="4"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]mi hanno chiesto cos'
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Vizioso...
Anekdoten, "The War is Over".بناهاى آباد گردد خراب
ز باران و از تابش آفتاب
پى افكندم از نظم كاخي بلند
كه از باد و باران نيابد گزند
از آن پس نميرم كه من زنده*ام
كه تخم سخن را پراكنده*ام
هر آنكس كه دارد هش و راى و دين
پس از مرگ بر من كند آفرين
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Caesars Palace - She Don't MindI'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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the velvet underground_i'm waiting for the man
"I'm waiting for my man
twenty-six dollars in my hand
up to Lexington, 125
feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
i'm waiting for my man..."i am not here and this is not really happening.
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children of bodom - burning flames embrance[CENTER]BELGISH BEER - BIERE BELGE
Hoegaarden
[SIZE="2"][SIZE="1"]Witbier - Bi
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Sixpence None The Richer - SoulI'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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Smashmouth - Walking On The SunI'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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