Si tout est impossible Que tu te sens invisible Rappels-toi que la vie c'est pas toujours facile Ecoute ceux que tu aimes Prends garde si t'as d'la peine
Auourd'hui, demain, hier, Autrefois ou demain matin Les etres humains deviendront Surhumains Peut-etre un jour ou jamais Il viendra le jour ou tu voudras
Tellement de jours, tellement d?annees se sont fanes. Tellement d?amour, tellement d?ennuis a oublier On a tellement de choses a dire, tellement de choses
Mon tour du monde en 4 jours Ou quand le vent me semble lour On doit se rever a chaque jour La tour de Pise en Italie Ou la chaleur de Miami Comme toi
Ou j'etais A compter les jours Ce que j'avais a vivre A compter les jours Simplement Tu m'as joue un tour Le temps de me defaire Assez c'est assez Je
Beyond the shadow of a doubt As the mighty river flows As the meadow gaily plays With the wind on summer days About as deep as deep can go From the
Si tu veux le faire Si tu veux le dire Demain, je serai a toi Juste pour te plaire Si je peux te le dire Tell me, me veux-tu dans ta vie Je t'aime de
Aguanile, Aguanile, Mai Mai Eh Aguanile, Aguanile Mai Mai Aguanile, Aguanile, Mai Mai Aguanile, Aguanile, Mai Mai Eh kyrie eleison christe eleison No
out of my mind in desert lands Insanity's pawn out of control Much too long, I've been isolated From my thoughts enclosed by the leader's spell Bewildered to Marc
Take Me Home Switch me in Giuseppe Or Even Louie Vuitton, Marc Jacobs Out In Vegas, I Put All On His Card See I Choose The Jimmy Choos And Christian
zone, sittin' on chrome, stoned sippin' on cham-pagna Rollin' ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us Through the eyes of Christ,
a zone, sittin on chrome Stoned sippin' on cham-pagna Rollin' ganja up in Bible papers See how high the lie can take us Through the eyes of Christ John
zone, sittin' on chrome, stoned sippin' on cham-pagna Rollin' ganja up in Bible papers, see how high the lye can take us Through the eyes of Christ,
there pretending he can dance, This Christian peddling his humility, These carbons of Hitlerian romance, These lovers photographed without their pants. (Frank, Louis & Then, Doubt, sloppy mother mistress that you Jean-Marc
Johnny took the 4:05 and he rode it Rode it down the line He did not know that the ghost of Charlie Christian Was riding too That's when he got the feeling
to see her And they asked me if I would Do a little number And I sang with all my might She said 'Tell me are you a Christian child' and I said, "ma'
boys Well, let's all put on our sequinned dresses And end it all in tears Lets all holler and beat our breasts Ending it all in tears Christ I've wanted
(John Foster/Marc Christian) It's torture,baby I can look but I can't touch I'm going crazy 'Cause I used to have your love Now he has you,and it kills
