evanescence where will you go...

You're too important for anyone
There's something wrong with everything you see
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone

[Chorus]

But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape

You think that I can't see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You're left to face yourself alone

[Chorus]

I realize you're afraid
But you can't abandon everyone
You can't escape
You don't want to escape

I'm so sick of speaking words that no one understands
Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole life all alone
I can hear you in a whisper
But you can't even hear me screaming

[Chorus]

I realize you're afraid
But you can't reject the whole world
You can't escape
You won't escape
You can't escape
You don't want to escape.
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# Posté le lundi 09 juin 2008 06:59

Drowning Pool - Bodies (Let The Bodies Hit The Floor)

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor Beaten why for
Can't take much more
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now
Let the bodies hit the floor

Push me again
This is the end
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now
Let the bodies hit the floor

Skin against skin blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in now you're here
Driven by hate consumed by fear

Let the bodies hit the floor
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# Posté le jeudi 10 avril 2008 16:39

guerilla poubelle etre une femme

J'aurais voulu être une fleur
Pour me faire arracher.
J'aurais voulu être ma s½ur
Elle est plus raffinée.
J'aurais voulu être vendeuse
Dans un marché aux puces.
J'aurais voulu être chanteuse
Mais pas dans Superbus.

J'préfère être conne plutôt qu'être con.
Même si les hommes font croire qu'ils sont bons,
Tous les hommes sont des cons.
Tous les hommes sont des cons.

J'aurais voulu être ton ex
Ou ses seins ou pt'être mieux.
Non, je ne pense pas au sexe
Mais plutôt à ses yeux.
J'aurais voulu être bonne
Pour te foutre un râteau
Et calmer ton ego...

J'préfère être conne plutôt qu'être con.
Même si les hommes font croire qu'ils sont bons,
Tous les hommes sont des cons.
Tous les hommes sont des cons.
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# Posté le jeudi 10 avril 2008 04:09