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Creu: 07/07/2008 19:21
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bandu2 : menu_arrow.gif Erthygl: salut c'est héma montagné, ''on va s'aimer...'' - 08/07/2008 13:10

salut c'est héma montagné, ''on va s'aimer...''

bandu2 : menu_arrow.gif Erthygl: si t'a un blèmepro j'suis al - 08/07/2008 13:09

si t'a un blèmepro j'suis al

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HEMA

bandu2 : menu_arrow.gif Erthygl: WITHOUT DAD - 08/07/2008 13:05

INTRO

It's funny, I don't thought I'll come me

But the time pass and I've like an empty...

I wander, slowly I consume me and it gnaw me

It gnaw me...

I've say ''funny''

Only mixe up words with toughts will be nasty

 

VERSE I

Sometimes I think that I'm crazy

If only he lacked me

I would like a sign, a gesture

But say me why, are we impure

Tidy right by oneself

Trouble by you, in spite of myself

 

VERSE II

With a hatred which amplify, I grow

The fact of feel her betray, I've saw

My hope, you've lick

At my all first step, you isn't there, I feel sick

Cuz' at your last, to cry will be impossible me. There, I'll not be

Since, you is this father who've disown me

 

CHORUS

I'm whithout regrets

You'll be never for me, that an object

Think at you, too much for me

And I mope about

 

VERSE III

You is this person, distant at my heart

In my soul, my spirit you hurt

Inevitably, my character fall i the éxubérance

You haven't make part of my childhood

Come on ! To shothe my sorrows, that I block off

My solitude, otherwise, I'm off

 

VERSE IV

Look at me ! I bear your name

My hope of see you, became moribond

I tame this deficient in a way

That I savor day after day

Cuz' in my veins flow your blood

But don't forget, I'll goto the end, understood

 

CHORUS 1

I'm without regrets

You'll be never for me, that an object

Think at you, too much for me

And I mope about

 

BRIDGE

I'm without regrets

I'm without dad

No regrets, na dad

 

CHORUS 1

I'm without regrets

You'll be never for me,that an object

Think at you, too much for me

And I mope about

 

CHORUS 2

I'm on despairs

Cuz' I grow in the fear

Of no to have' a genetical father

For who my drops to gathers

 

UNTRO

''Dad, I take me the liberty to do of you make object it of my cotroversy. First an d foremost, I would like that you was this father, the one on who, we can rely on. Now, I return suddenly at the reality which is if embittered. Addly, my dreams transformed into nightmares, by the simply fact of think at you. But I've one father, maybe genetic, but father all the same''.