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(Written by Earl Lett (Beantown Music BMI), additional lyrics by Carl Broemel) there?s a lot of different kind of people in the world there?s the good
Things can be broken down In this world of ours You don't have to be a famous person Just to make your mark A mother can be an inspiration To her little
Orelsan 25 ans celibataire, rappeur Craqueur sous pression, amateur de film amateur Mon seul moyen d'expression c'est de m'enfermer sur moi meme Des
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are. You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are. And when your hand is on your heart, you're nearly a good
Why would anybody want to listen to music that makes you hate When you can listen to music that makes you love? You Scally You Weirdo You Townie You
1. Part (Silv-R): ok was du denkst, denn ich geb keinen fick/ mir egal was du sagst, was du denkst oder nicht/ du bist langst ne geschichte/ nicht mehr
by Warren Zevon and Hunter S. Thompson You met her in a Turkish town But you didn't want to bring her here You didn't want her hanging around In the
: Things can be broken down In this world of ours You don't have to be a famous person Just to make your mark A mother can be an inspiration To her little
: Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are. You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are. And when your hand is on your heart, you're nearly a good
: 1. Part (Silv-R): ok was du denkst, denn ich geb keinen fick/ mir egal was du sagst, was du denkst oder nicht/ du bist langst ne geschichte/ nicht
In this world of ours You don't have to be a famous person Just to make your mark A mother can be an inspiration To her little son Change his thoughts
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are. You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are. And when your hand is on your heart, You're nearly a good laugh
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