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Light of Women
04:44
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Light of Woman :
Have you ever been in the dust ?
Did you cry ? Did you hear ?
Did you lie ? Did you feel the pain inside ?
Have you ever been in the dust ?
Cry for them, hear the hurricane,
Lie for them, Can you breath the storm inside ?
Have you ever seen the light of woman ?
`hey you gotta ride out the storm
you gotta cross the desert
girl don't sell your soul it's alright
trust me, i know you, you know me you will never be alone
Hey do you like a bornfire ?
How dimness makes you higher ?
Choose the right side of your madness
trust me, i know you, you know me you will never be alone
Have you ever seen the light of woman ?
hear the hurricane
Do you like to dance with fever ?
and i'll never give it up I'll give everthing i've got for you
Ride out the storm, you will never be alone
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I'm not the innocent
05:39
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I'm not Innocent :
Where I go ?
Where I'll be tomorrow
You put a crowned in my head and now
It became red, dirty and wry
I can't stay on this throne and now
You're disappointed, sick and sad
La la la la la, I'm not a queen anymore
Where I go ?
Where I'll be tomorrow
Little boy, fuck me now you said
I'll proove my love, I'll never leave, so now
Throw your flowers and burn my panties
I just want you to make me wet
La la la la la, I'm not a queen anymore
We've been smoking our brain all night
Where is my lighter now
Little by little the smoke disappear
I can't tell a lie
If I'm pregnant, baby will be fool
Like his mother now
My belly is too gnawed from the inside
I'm not innocent ...
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Claude Fernand Aix En Provence, France
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