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Oublie cet homme la Il n'est pas pour toi Il se joue de toi Alors Oublie cet homme la, j'essaie Il n'est pas pour toi Il se joue de toi Alors Natho
Übersetzung: Natho. Vergiss es.
: (Music: Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/ Kizilcay/Campbell - Lyrics: Bowie) Old Touchschriek was the main nameserver Suspected of being a shoulder surfer
: Blinding darkness all around Makes it harder now to see Are you disappointed by my doubt Or thankful that I still believe Then I get a little faith
: Perhaps it's just It's just this time of year Cold it make everything Seem more difficult than it appears Like falling in love Like falling in love
: Let us love and sing in wonder Let us praise the Saviour's name He has hushed the law's loud thunder He has quenched Mount Sinai's flame Let us love
: Lately it's been getting hard to hear Your voice speaking in the words I read Maybe I'm just comfortably numb Or has my hear grown hard to the things
: I must admit this hasn't taken me by surprise When I see my friend get sucked into all of this world's lies It was only a little decision, after all
: In a world that is growing so dark By the presence of pain There is a light, burning so bright Leading the way home again And the footsteps we follow
: Sometimes it seems Life is like an ocean Deep and wide with no land in sight We spend so much time Thinking about the way We're going to Spend our
: Lost and abandoned, we were left to die Without hope and without promise 'Till you stretched Your arms, and You were lifted high Your blood flows to
: I'd like to think if I was there In the garden as You prayed and cried I would have stayed awake for You So You were not alone at that time But in
: Every day let your lives tell a story of grace Feet ready to move hands lifted in praise Undeniably undeserving From Your thrown flows grace and mercy
: See the rain on the windscreen Feel the wind as it blows in It is pouring down, pouring down again We ride the river down the street Through the cracks
: There is no sadder story Than the one of this man Who lost everything that he owned Everything he treasured Was ripped from his hands And he found