(Hofstede) In the office at night Someone switched off the light Young man standing by the window Looking down on the street below In the office at night
ralentit le shit 1.0.0 moins 8 Z double zero Commis d'office, Cruel On fait du Nessbeal du textuel Beaucoup d'MC naissent bissexuels Mazalaza B2Zoo Commis d'office
Fuck you niggers (reversed) Killer I don't even know why I came here in the first place, 'cause I've never understood why a person would even need a
All make me feel alone And the corner office is not my home And the corner office is not my home Yeah, the corner office is not my home
some ball, with the late pass I got no trouble at all, but then the nurse walks up and says what do you know, it's office to the prinicipal's office
[Pagode] I can see an office cowboy How he turns and smiles, watching the girls go by (Ride'em cowboy) He knows how to ride a pony If laughter makes
A verse from that old crooner's song played, Said that ?Every street's a boulevard in Ole' New York.? Well if that's the case, then this is the biggest
Ano inteiro trabalhando de office boy Pra no final do ano pagar de playboy A galera toda junta, sem camisa e suada No final do espediente eu encontro
raise I?ve been pushing now for days I?m a slave to work I?m only living when I walk amongst the office staff And catch up with the office wag I?ll
Voice One: Ok, stop here, I?ll be right back, need anything? Voice Two: Yeah, get me some bubble gum Voice Three: What can I do for ya? Voice One:
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You can't write a song to make somebody love you. You can't find the words they don't exist. Try to force the feelings light the spark, the bile. My
The sky's are falling, their closer by the day. The world is getting smaller. Letters of love thrown across the wall. Are quietly exploding. Give
I built a portal to your window. Out of empty cans and wires. And in the dark we named our children. We named them after towns we couldn't even spell.
Don't you know that the odds are stacked against us, and no-one here's gonna tell you how to win. Read the book, seen the script, completely vacant.
You broke the mould. Tore the book to pieces and wrote your own. Your heart dissolved. Into a million pieces you couldn't solve. You lost the plot
Blinded by the flash bulbs, the shot-gun glitter sparks Little lights out dancing in the dark I won't be here for long but I'll be sure to leave a mark