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    #46
    depeche MODE-sister of night

    Sister of night
    When the hunger descends
    And your body's a fire
    An inferno that never ends
    An eternal flame
    That burns in desire's name

    Sister of night
    When the longing returns
    Giving voice to the flame
    Calling you through flesh that burns
    Breaking down your will
    To move in for the kill

    Oh sister, come for me
    Embrace me, assure me
    Hey sister, I feel it too
    Sweet sister, just feel me
    I'm trembling, you heal me
    Hey sister, I feel it too

    Sister of night
    In your saddest dress
    As you walk through the light
    You're desperate to impress
    So you slide to the floor
    Feeling insecure

    Sister of night
    With the loneliest eyes
    Tell yourself it's alright
    He'll make such a perfect prize
    But the cold light of day
    Will give the game away

    Oh sister, come for me
    Embrace me, assure me
    Hey sister, I feel it too
    Sweet sister, just feel me
    I'm trembling, you heal me
    Hey sister, I feel it too

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    • THE ALEX
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      #47
      Dream on







      As your bony fingers close around me
      Long and spindly
      Death becomes me
      Heaven can you see what I see

      Hey you pale and sickly child
      You’re death and living reconciled
      Been walking home a crooked mile

      Paying debt to karma
      You party for a living
      What you take won’t kill you
      But careful what you’re giving

      There’s no time for hesitating
      Pain is ready, pain is waiting
      Primed to do it’s educating

      Unwanted, uninvited kin
      It creeps beneath your crawling skin
      It lives without it lives within you

      Feel the fever coming
      You’re shaking and twitching
      You can scratch all over
      But that won’t stop you itching

      Can you feel a little love
      Can you feel a little love

      Dream on dream on

      Blame it on your karmic curse
      Oh shame upon the universe
      It knows it’s lines
      It’s well rehearsed

      It sucked you in, it dragged you down
      To where there is no hallowed ground
      Where holiness is never found

      Paying debt to karma
      You party for a living
      What you take won’t kill you
      But careful what you’re giving

      Can you feel a little love
      Can you feel a little love

      Dream on dream on
      « Success is my only mothafuckin' option,failure's not.... »

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      • Albe
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        #48
        Walking In My Shoes

        I would tell you about the things
        They put me through
        The pain I've been subjected to
        But the Lord himself would blush
        The countless feasts laid at my feet
        Forbidden fruits for me to eat
        But I think your pulse would start to rush

        Now I'm not looking for absolution
        Forgiveness for the things I do
        But before you come to any conclusions
        Try walking in my shoes
        Try walking in my shoes

        You'll stumble in my footsteps
        Keep the same appointments I kept
        If you try walking in my shoes
        If you try walking in my shoes

        Morality would frown upon
        Decency look down upon
        The scapegoat fate's made of me
        But I promise you, my judge and jurors
        My intentions couldn't have been purer
        My case is easy to see

        I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
        Peace of mind after what I've been through
        And before we talk of repentance
        Try walking in my shoes
        Try walking in my shoes

        You'll stumble in my footsteps
        Keep the same appointments I kept
        If you try walking in my shoes
        If you try walking in my shoes
        Try walking in my shoes

        Now I'm not looking for absolution
        Forgiveness for the things I do
        But before you come to any conclusions
        Try walking in my shoes
        Try walking in my shoes

        You'll stumble in my footsteps
        Keep the same appointments I kept
        If you try walking in my shoes

        You'll stumble in my footsteps
        Keep the same appointments I kept
        If you try walking in my shoes
        Try walking in my shoes
        If you try walking in my shoes
        Try walking in my shoes
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        • THE ALEX
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          #49
          enjoy the silence




          Words like violence
          Break the silence
          Come crashing in
          Into my little world
          Painful to me
          Pierce right through me
          Cant you understand
          Oh my little girl

          All I ever wanted
          All I ever needed
          Is here in my arms
          Words are very unnecessary
          They can only do harm

          Vows are spoken
          To be broken
          Feelings are intense
          Words are trivial
          Pleasures remain
          So does the pain
          Words are meaningless
          And forgettable

          All I ever wanted
          All I ever needed
          Is here in my arms
          Words are very unnecessary
          They can only do harm

          Enjoy the silence
          « Success is my only mothafuckin' option,failure's not.... »

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            #50
            vedi pumba che si possono mettere più canzoni?!!

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              #51
              R.E.M. - Man On The Moon lyrics

              Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

              Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
              Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
              If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
              If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

              Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

              Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
              Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are you having fun?
              If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
              If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

              Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
              Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

              Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
              Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
              If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
              If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

              If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
              If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
              If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
              If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
              If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
              If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

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              • THE ALEX
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                #52
                Originariamente Scritto da tartufone Visualizza Messaggio
                vedi pumba che si possono mettere più canzoni?!!
                shhh...zitto.
                Siamo stati costretti a dirlo altrimenti proteins postava tutta la discografia di vasco rossi e gino paoli
                « Success is my only mothafuckin' option,failure's not.... »

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                • pumbaa
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                  #53
                  Originariamente Scritto da tartufone Visualizza Messaggio
                  vedi pumba che si possono mettere più canzoni?!!







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                    the smiths-i want the one i can't have

                    On the day that your mentality
                    Decides to try to catch up with your biology

                    Come round ...
                    'Cause I want the one I can't have
                    And it's driving me mad
                    It's all over, all over, all over my face


                    On the day that your mentality
                    Catches up with your biology


                    I want the one I can't have
                    And it's driving me mad
                    It's all over, all over, all over my face


                    A double bed
                    And a stalwart lover for sure
                    These are the riches of the poor


                    A double bed
                    And a stalwart lover for sure
                    These are the riches of the poor


                    And I want the one I can't have
                    And it's driving me mad
                    It's all over, all over my face


                    A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails
                    Raised on Prisoner's Aid
                    He killed a policeman when he was
                    Thirteen
                    And somehow that really impressed
                    Me
                    And it's written all over my face


                    Oh, these are the riches of the poor
                    These are the riches of the poor


                    I want the one I can't have
                    And it's driving me mad
                    It's written all over my face


                    On the day that your mentality
                    Catches up with your biology


                    And if you ever need self-validation
                    Just meet me in the alley by the
                    Railway station
                    It's all over my face
                    Oh ...

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                      shhh...zitto.
                      Siamo stati costretti a dirlo altrimenti proteins postava tutta la discografia di vasco rossi e gino paoli

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                        #56
                        WAITING -
                        Tonight I'll dream a girl called home
                        And wake up in tears
                        All on my own
                        With the sun coming up
                        And my head against stone
                        Balcony dressed and drawn
                        Tonight I'll dream a room so far away
                        Frost pale blue
                        The colour of a perfect day
                        And then screw up my face
                        In the mirror
                        As I wait for the others to call

                        But if I don't believe in magic
                        And I don't believe in blood
                        And I don't believe in miracles
                        And I don't believe in love
                        Then how come I believe so soon
                        In a cherry tree girl
                        And a dust blue room?

                        Tonight I'll dream an hour so long
                        Shadow soft smiles
                        And everyone loves me
                        To open my eyes
                        In a drag myself face undone
                        Hard back into the world
                        Tonight I'll dream a dream I dream
                        Without even trying I'm flying I scream
                        As I practice the move
                        I spit at my pillow stained face
                        And the others all come

                        But if I don't believe in magic
                        And I don't believe in blood
                        And I don't believe in miracles
                        And I don't believe in love
                        Then how come I believe it seems
                        In a girl called home
                        And a world called dreams?

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                        • MadRock
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                          #57
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                          continuiamo sul filone allegria allora

                          "All Good Things (Come To An End)"


                          i hate you

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                          • Zuccone
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                            #58
                            TEARS IN HEAVEN
                            - Eric Clapton -
                            Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?
                            Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven?
                            I must be strong and carry on
                            'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven
                            Would you hold my hand if I saw you in heaven?
                            Would you help me stand if I saw you in heaven?
                            I'll find my way through night and day
                            'Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven
                            Time can bring you down; time can bend your knees
                            Time can break your heart, have you begging please, begging please
                            Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure
                            And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven
                            Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?
                            Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven?
                            I must be strong and carry on
                            'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven
                            'Cause I know I don't belong, here in heaven
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                              #59
                              Depeche Mode - Master And Servant

                              Theres a new game
                              We like to play you see
                              A game with added reality
                              You treat me like a dog
                              Get me down on my knees

                              We call it master and servant
                              We call it master and servant

                              Its a lot like life
                              This play between the sheets
                              With you on top and me underneath
                              Forget all about equality

                              Lets play master and servant
                              Lets play master and servant

                              Its a lot like life
                              And thats whats appealing
                              If you despise that throwaway feeling
                              From disposable fun
                              Then this is the one

                              Dominations the name of the game
                              In bed or in life
                              Theyre both just the same
                              Except in one youre fulfilled
                              At the end of the day

                              Lets play master and servant
                              Lets play master and servant

                              Lets play master and servant
                              Come on, master and servant







                              Negrita - Sex

                              Fare sesso nascosti in un cesso
                              fumarsi una Marlboro dopo l'amplesso
                              oppure farlo in macchina di fianco alla strada
                              buscarsi un raffreddore male che vada
                              sentirsi un po' animali, un po' primitivi
                              sentire che respiri, sentire che vivi
                              E convincere i tuoi ad andare in vacanza
                              spedirli un giorno al mare e farlo in ogni stanza
                              provare le ricette, collaudare la cucina
                              usare la Nutella, usare la farina
                              guardare il suo corpo, scoprirne la forma
                              sentire dei passi... è qualcuno che torna...
                              Fare sesso, succhiarne la polpa
                              e via la vergogna e i sensi di colpa
                              sdraiarsi sulla sabbia, rotolarsi nel fango
                              carezzarle le gambe, improvvisarsi in un tango
                              annusarle la pelle, scoprirne l’odore
                              passare dal sesso a fare l’amore....

                              E atro che l'america
                              altro che la musica
                              quando sei selvatica
                              altro che l'america

                              E vivere una notte lunga una vita
                              avere il suo profumo ancora tra le dita
                              svegliarsi affamati e rifarlo per ore
                              passare dal sesso a fare l'amore....

                              E atro che l'america
                              altro che la musica
                              quando sei selvatica
                              altro che l'america

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                              • Zuccone
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                                #60
                                Everybody's Talking

                                Nilsson

                                </B>


                                (dal film “Un uomo da marciapiede”)




                                Everybody's talking at me
                                I don't hear words saying
                                Only the echo of my mind
                                People stop and staring
                                I can't see their faces
                                Only the shadow of their eyes



                                *I gonna well the sun keeps shinning
                                Through the pouring rain
                                Going well the weather
                                Suits my clothes
                                Backing awful good norht east winds
                                Sailing on summer breeze
                                Skipping over the ocean
                                Like the storm,...
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