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P³omieñ 81 - To muzyka

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Joan Baez - Marie Flore

Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten
whom I met in the south end of France.
Stepping out of the crowd was the daughter
of someone with flowers for me, we were friends at a glance.
She spoke no English but sat by my side in the car
and pointed out places en route to the village of Arles.

Marie, Marie Flore came to table that night
as I dined in an ancient hotel.
The room was all fitted with things from the seventeenth century
and they suited her well.
She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queen
and laughed at my French but seemed ...

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Lou Reed - Sex with your parents

I was thinking of things that i hate to do, -sex with your parents
Things you do to me or i do to you, baby, -sex with your parents
Something fatter or uglier than rush rambo
Something more disgusting than robert dole
Something pink that climbs out of a hole
And there it was - sex with your parents

I was getting so sick of this right wing republican shit
These ugly old man scared of young tit and dick
So i try to think of something that made me sick
And there it was - sex with your ...

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Chayanne - Torero

De lunes a domingo voy desesperado
El corazón prendido en el calendario
Buscándote y buscando como un mercenario
Tu dime donde estás que yo no te he encontrado

Tus manecillas giran yo voy al contrario
Comiendome la vida a sorbos y a tragos
Me viste así de frente que tremendo impacto
Para unirme a tu mirada dime si hay que ser....

Torero, poner el alma en el ruedo
No importa lo que se venga
Pa'que sepas que te quiero
Como un buen torero
Me juego la vida por tí....

Si hay que ser, torero
Poner el alma en el ruedo
No importa lo que se venga
Pa'que sepas que te quiero
Como un buen torero
Me juego la ...

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Cursive - Pivotal

Strung out on leaving
One leg stretched for the curb
The other one grounds itself against rebirth
So the swallows will stay in the barn
The finches left a long time ago
The fall must be oh so close

I cannot exist in this circumference
I keep a crippled leg on home base

Where I hang my crutches
I'm so weak and needy
My knees are so weak
Crutches keep me from kneeling
I need something I can fall back on
Something to relate to
Something to rotate to, now

Nothing's so far away
And nothing so good can ever ...

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