grazie Anemos dell'idea, anche se in realt
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grazie Anemos dell'idea, anche se in realt
Villancico
degli ska-p :) pingua sei proprio fanatica :)
On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
And my pen is a pistola
Let go of your fear*
And my pen is a pistola
My secret arsenal is an infinite ageless ink well
It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice
And my pen is a pistola
Let go of your fear*
And my pen is a pistola
On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
And my pen is a pistola
Let go of your fear*
And my pen is a pistola
*The album lyrics read, (insert your lyric here)
:) vediamo chi indovina... non
non la so... e comunque non era villancico, bens
mettono "indovina..." ovunque :asd:
e cosa dovevo mettere scusa?? immagina il testo??? :asd:
cmq ancora non ho avuto indizi.. saperesaperesapere!
Poteva essere "azzarda il testo"... :rolleyes:
Grey, perch
questo ti coster
appicicchia ebbi errato!... un suggerimento? il titolo della canzone viene ripetuto + volte nella canzone
Incubus - Pistola :D
Adesso tocca a moi :p
E facile... MOLTO FACILE
So you face it with a smile
There is no need to cry
For a trifle's more than this
Will you still recall my name
And the month it all began
Will you release me with a kiss
Have I tried to draw the veil
If I have - how could I fail?
Did I fear the consequence
... dazed by carelss words
Cosy in my mind
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
Now you shaped that liquid wax
Fit it out with crater cracks
Sweet devotion- my delight
Oh, you're such a pretty one
And the naked thrills of flesh and skin
Would tease me through the night
"Now i hate to leave you bare
If you need me I'll be there
Don't you ever let me down"
..dazed by careless words
Cosy in my mind
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
And I touched your face
Narcotic mind from lazed Mary-Jane
And I called your name
Like an addicted to cocaine calls for the stuff he'd rather blame
And I touched your face
Narcotic mind from lazed Mary-Jane
And I called your name
My cocain
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go...
Liquido-"Narcotic"
cazzo
An Unforeseen Future
Nestled Somewhere In Time.
Unsuspecting Vicims
No Warning No Signs.
Judgement Day The Second Coming Arrives.
Bevore You See The Light You Must Die.
Forgotten Children Conform A New Faith,
Avidity And Lust Controlled By Hate.
Never Ending Search For Your Shattered Sanity,
Souls Of Damnation In Their Own Reality.
Chaos Rampand
An Age Of Distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive Habitat.
Bastard Sons Begat Your Counting Doughters,
Promisciuous Mothers With Incestuous Fathers.
Engreat Souls Condemned For Eternity,
Sustained By Immoral Observance A Dmineering Deity.
On And On South Of Heaven.
The Root Of All Evil Is A Heart Of A Black Soul.
A Force That Has Lived All Eternity.
A Never Ending Search For A Truth Never Told.
The Loss Of All Hope And Your Dignity.
Chaos Rampand
An Age Of Distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive Habitat.
Slayer - South of heaven
troppo facile
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