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A 20th Christmas past and
A millionth present asked,
I'm not ready to change
This really good day!
My friend's emptying wine cave.
The TV is keeping kids.
I just wanna receive
My famous pretty cheese.
Is Christmas a party between business man and rich people?
Is Christmas a party between business man and rich people?
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Big Nose
Reindeers
Snow Boots
Moustache
I Don't Want To Fuck You (Santa Claus)
White Beard
Red Hat
Big Bag
Glasses
I Don't Want To Fuck You (Santa Claus)
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Les lutins sont là
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I cry snow on you
Un matin de décembre,
je dormais,
ma mère m'appela "il y a de la neige viens voir",
je ne me suis pas levé et quand j'ai ouvert les yeux je ne voyais plus rien,
ce fut une horrible année, une année noire,
il ne neiga pas l'année suivante alors que je guettais l'oreille collée au transistor,
décembre passa,
pleure me dit ma mère au seuil de l'année, pleure, me dit-elle, en me serrant dans ses bras,
Je sentis la glace couler le long de mes joues,
je recommençais à voir, ma prison noire fondait et dans l'encadrement de la fenêtre,
la neige tomba.
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Ouuuh, I am your best friend
Ouuuh, I am your best friend
My friend jack, please come back
Recognize my surprise
I will talk to your eyes
How does it feels like I felt?
When I fell on the snow
White make-up and you'll grow
Nobody knows
Ouuuh, I am your best friend
Ouuuh, I am your best friend
My friend jack, please come back
Recognize my surprise
I will talk to your eyes
How does it feels like I felt?
When I fell on the snow
White make-up and you'll grow
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Jack, David and Judy are happy. They're humans and they're real.
Happiness, happiness by the snow. Cosmectic skin, like gold.
Jack, David and Judy are happy. They're humans and they're real.
Happiness.
I am your best friend
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BFL - The Three Wise Men
03:00
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Il pleut de la neige dans le grand nord
Papapapapapapam Papapam
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December 25th, 8 a.m. /honey got be out of my bed
sweet 1-hr nights spent by yr side, awaken by the rain falling right onto my head
paradoxally, living in a freezer box made you dryer than wetter honey
wish you could hear my words, but honey you're just a teddy bear.
i'm like the X-mas PARIAH. every year i have my presents stolen.
last year it was my home, since then asphalt's my best friend. EVER. never lets me down.
i occasionnaly dream i were somewhere near casablanca where snowflakes are rather shy/
it would allow those freaks not to throw snowballs over me for days and nights and DAYS.
Santa claus take me in your beard
i wish to touch the clouds once again
+ lay your soul all over mine
maybe you're just a dream
i wish i were asleep
would you wait for me, there in your tree?
need to run out from my dreams
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dear Santa Claus, i know it's been a while
since i last send you a letter, perhaps
ten years or so, can't remember, i hope
that all is ok in the north pole
i used to tell you i've been a good boy
that i diserved tons of useless toys
but this year i do not want anything
here's my blank list for you who don't exist
oh, as years went by, the ones who told me you were real died
so, writing this tonight make them live a little throught this lie
and it goes and keeps on coming all the time
another christmas year
another rotten year
it keeps on coming and then one day it stops
and it goes faster and faster as time passes
and life will be stuck in this lovely routine
it'll keep on coming until the day it'll stop
oh, santa claus, i wished when i was 8
that i'll able to find you one day
you would bring me in your secret place
and i'd become your young associate
i would help you in giving kids their presents
then we would rest for the rest of the year
so i wouldn't have to work at all
and, just like you, i would never grow old
but oh, one day in class, a boy told us you were a lie
and no, it did not make me sad, it was just the very first of the
billons disapointements that i had
and it goes and keeps on coming all the time
another christmas year
another rotten year
it keeps on coming and then one day it stops
and it goes faster and faster as time pass
and life will be stuck in this lovely routine
it'll keep on coming until the day it'll stop
from coming
and in front of the christmas tree
grand-ma says "it's pretty,
but i don't know how many
of those i've left to see"
oh santa claus i want you back
oh happy days i want you back
oh wasted years i want you back
why have you forsaken me, why?
it'll keep on coming until the day it'll stop
and it's coming.
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L'Œil Sourd : micro-label diy français depuis 2011. Pop potentielle et sons neufs.
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