L'habitude nous joue des tours : Nous qui pensions que notre amour Avait une sante de fer. Des que sechera la rosee, Regarde la rouille posee Sur la medaille
, chez nous ils changent aussi. Les anti-rouille d'autrefois sont les pro-rouille d'aujourd'hui. C'etait moche la rouille autrefois, aujourd'hui la rouille
Un homme de fer sous la pluie ne brillera pas longtemps la rouille s'enroule et dans mon coup c'est l'eau qui coule On s'en fou de rouiller un peu
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** Et toujours ces portraits nus ouvrant le rectum a ma queue. Qui est ce petit garcon qui marche a tes cote ? Abrutis
Helas, chez nous ils changent aussi. Les anti-rouille d'autrefois sont les pro-rouille d'aujourd'hui. C'etait moche la rouille autrefois, aujourd'hui la rouille
L'habitude nous joue des tours : Nous qui pensions que notre amour Avait une sante de fer. Des que sechera la rosee, Regarde la rouille posee Sur la
: No words could ever describe the feeling. The feeling of holding onto your ghost. But if there's just one more thing I could ask you. Just one more
: i don't want to write another melodramatic line i don't want to write anything short of pantomimes 'cause i've been feeling stressed without you being
: A rush through the rusted veins Illuminate the face of one So i have a light So unaware about the consequence I heard no warning About the little
: (Rod McKuen) The old gate is rusting in the rain. Children, comin' home from school, no longer skim their pebbles on the old town creek That just
Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual Now that the moon is full And you called on the phone And here I sit Hand on the
Here I am now, somewhere on the highway I just checked into some low-rent room I call my service back in San Francisco Tell my landlord, I'll be home
In this room, it's cold and dark It feels like me, I'm far from home In this town there is no one The lamp is low, when can I go home? All I can do,
Now the time has come to speak I was not able And water through a rusted pipe Could make the sense that I do Gurgle and mutter Hiss, stutter Moan the
(david lee murphy) There's a shutter hangin' from a window pane The paint's 'a crackin' from the sun and the rain I just quit carin' 'cause I'm all alone
Rush through the rusted veins Illuminate the voice of one So I have lied So I'm aware about The consequence I heard the warning About the little compromise
