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• Artiste: Tricky
• Titre: Piano
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Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit To the games pays to blame To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane Make it dance, not a chance, see her run See her come, take her kindly She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul She is lifeline to the heartbeat Can't feel the heartbeat To the flowers, to the bunches, To the lunches, to the punches To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit To the games pays to blame To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane Make it dance, not a chance, see her run See her come, take her kindly She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul She is lifeline to the heartbeat Can't feel the heartbeat To the flowers, to the bunches, To the lunches, to the punches To the good, to the clean And i'll be you're ugly To the occasion, to the lie Kiss beneath, bridge of sighs Not some moaning, until they homing And they spoil it all To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit To the games pays to blame To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane Make it dance, not a chance, see her run See her come, take her kindly She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul She is lifeline to the heartbeat Can't feel the heartbeat To the flowers, to the bunches, To the lunches, to the punches To the good, to the clean And i'll be you're ugly To the occasion, to the lie Kiss beneath, bridge of sighs Not some moaning, until they homing And they spoil it all Not some moaning, until they homing Not some moaning, until they homing To the good, to the clean And i'll be you're ugly To the occasion, to the lie Kiss beneath, bridge of sighs Not some moaning, until they homing Not some moaning, until they homing To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit To the games pays to blame To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane Make it dance, not a chance, see her run See her come, take her kindly She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul She is lifeline to the heartbeat Can't feel the heartbeat To the flowers, to the bunches, To the lunches, to the punches