ARTICLE 2EN1/ SERT AUSSI POUR LES MONOLOGUES DU LITCHEE.

ARTICLE 2EN1/ SERT AUSSI POUR LES MONOLOGUES DU LITCHEE.
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David's on the piano and I may play on a drum and we try to make the music, we'll try to have some fun. But I just can't help thinking that if you were here with me. I'd get all my thoughts in focus and play more excitingly. I love you still, Caroline. I want you still, Caroline. I need you still, Caroline. If you call this sentimental crap you'll make me mad, because you know that I would not sing about some passing fad. And if my attempts of rhyming aren't convincing to your ear then memory's betrayed you through the passing of the year. I love you still, Caroline. I want you still, Caroline. I need you still, Caroline. You must think it doubtful but I mean the words I sing, or that all attempts to reach you this way could not mean a thing. But you must admit we both thought we'd be man and wife and that I could make you happy for the best part of your life.

o caroline - matching mole.

VA VOIR AILLEURS SI J'Y SUIS.

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# Posté le samedi 10 mars 2007 08:17

Modifié le vendredi 31 juillet 2009 06:42

morgan's dream

morgan's dream

MORGAN'S DREAM


When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said: 'Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?" He said: "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day I leave you, a phantom to lead you in the summer to join the black parade." When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said: "Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?" Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me. And other times I feel like I should go. Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets. When you're gone we want you all to know We'll Carry on. We'll Carry on. Though your dead and gone believe me. Your memory will carry on. Carry on. We'll carry on. And in my heart I can't contain it. The anthem wont explain it. And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams. Your misery and hate will kill us all so paint it black and take it back. Lets shout it loud and clear. Do you fight it to the end? We hear the call to, to carry on. We'll carry on. Though your dead and gone believe me. Your memory will carry on. We'll carry on. And though you're broken and defeated. You're weary widow marches on. And on we carry through the fears. Disappointed faces of your peers. Take a look at me cause I could not care at all. Do or die. You'll never make me. Cause the world will never take my heart. You can try, you'll never break me. Want it all, I'm gonna play this part. Wont explain or say I'm sorry. I'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scar. You're the chair for all the broken. Listen here, because it's only... I'm just a man, I'm not a hero, just a boy who's meant to sing this song. Just a man, I'm not a hero. I -- don't -- care. Carry on. We'll carry on. Though your dead and gone believe me. Your memory will carry on. We'll carry on. And though you're broken and defeated. You're weary widow marches on.



my chemical romance
welcome to the black parade.
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# Posté le dimanche 18 mars 2007 16:38

Modifié le dimanche 16 novembre 2008 12:57

j'ai trouvé.

j'ai trouvé.
.
.
Ross: Yeah, you asked me for a favor.
Then my Uncle Murray gave you a check.
Then you said, "Why is it called a check? Why not a Yugoslavian?"
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# Posté le lundi 14 mai 2007 16:47

Modifié le jeudi 08 janvier 2009 13:08

elle l'a trouvé.

elle l'a trouvé.

.SINCE 1999.

***

hey slave! t'aime mohinder suresh? dit tcheck.


[Qui se ressemble, s'assemble?]


Mouais, mouais.
Déjà, regardez le contraste de nos vêtements.
Ensuite, l'expression du visage.
L'origine ethnique.
Les goûts musicaux.
Elle aime les blonds, moi les bruns.
Elle est slave, moi tchek.
Elle dit non, je dis oui. (rome)
Elle dit oui, je dis non. (rome)


MAIS
avoir une BFF exactement pareille que soi,
c'est pas interessant.
evidemment, on a des points communs,
mais je pense qu'en fait,
on se complete.


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# Posté le mardi 22 mai 2007 13:28

Modifié le jeudi 08 janvier 2009 13:11

-renifle-

-renifle-
Huuuuum... ça sent bon les vacances!

NAN!

Encore 2 semaines de stages, un spectacle à finir, une audition, 3 semaines de révisions 'solfégique'.

C'est GNEUX. ou Noule.
(choisis ce que tu préfère)

Pour résumer:
j'aime bien la normandie;
j'veux pas aller en L;
j'aime pas la cigarette;
les mélanges coca-fanta-salive, ça parait dégueu mais;
marcher dans Paris pieds nus, ça passe vite;
j'aime mes amis (ce qui n'était pas le cas avt :p);
bah, j'suis open/close, quoi;
sonypush <3 ;
et j'suis une warrior.
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# Posté le samedi 02 juin 2007 04:45

Modifié le dimanche 16 novembre 2008 12:54