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Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 03:59:36
ma mi gasavo lo stesso!
one
un'altra clamorosa "traccia n°4", un pò più vechiotta..
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ma mi gasavo lo stesso!
one
un'altra clamorosa "traccia n°4", un pò più vechiotta..
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Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 04:00:23
ovviamente errata corrige:
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ovviamente errata corrige:
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Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 04:07:46
il bello è che non mi hanno mai deluso, nemmeno col passare di dieci e più anni..
unforgiven II
il bello è che non mi hanno mai deluso, nemmeno col passare di dieci e più anni..
unforgiven II
Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 04:23:05
permettetemi l'ultimo zompetto indietro e poi me ne vado a dormire (d'altronde non scrivo mai..)
nothing else matters
permettetemi l'ultimo zompetto indietro e poi me ne vado a dormire (d'altronde non scrivo mai..)
nothing else matters
Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 11:16:03
Dal titolo sembrava una storia di abusi
Dal titolo sembrava una storia di abusi
Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 14:41:00
è vero, credevo che parlassi della tua storia con quella pecora....
è vero, credevo che parlassi della tua storia con quella pecora....
Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 15:47:20
Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 21:28:11
questi vostri chiodi fissi mi preoccupano..
questi vostri chiodi fissi mi preoccupano..
Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 22:17:43
Al posto tuo mi preoccuperei della panza
Al posto tuo mi preoccuperei della panza
Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 22:29:48
sono checca
sono checca
Messaggio del 26-08-2007 alle ore 22:31:38
Messaggio del 27-08-2007 alle ore 11:35:34
MASTER OF PUPPETS
Il punto più alto dei Metallica. Dopo la morte di Burton è iniziata la fine.
Metallica - Disposable Heroes Lyrics
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end,
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend,
Running blind through killing fields, Bred to kill them all,
Victim of what said should be,
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away
Back to the front,
You willdo what I say, when I say,
Back to the front,
You will die when I say, you must die,
Back to the front,
You coward,
You servant,
You blindman
Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now,
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow,
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends,
Bodies fill the fields I see,
The slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away
Back to the front,
You willdo what I say, when I say,
Back to the front,
You will die when I say, you must die,
Back to the front,
You coward,
You servant,
You blindman
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear,
Lie, live off lying,
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say,
Had no chance to see myself, moulded day by day,
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done,
Left to die with only friend,
Alone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away
Back to the front,
You willdo what I say, when I say,
Back to the front,
You will die when I say, you must die,
Back to the front,
You coward,
You servant,
You blindman
Back to the front
MASTER OF PUPPETS
Il punto più alto dei Metallica. Dopo la morte di Burton è iniziata la fine.
Metallica - Disposable Heroes Lyrics
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end,
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend,
Running blind through killing fields, Bred to kill them all,
Victim of what said should be,
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away
Back to the front,
You willdo what I say, when I say,
Back to the front,
You will die when I say, you must die,
Back to the front,
You coward,
You servant,
You blindman
Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now,
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow,
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends,
Bodies fill the fields I see,
The slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away
Back to the front,
You willdo what I say, when I say,
Back to the front,
You will die when I say, you must die,
Back to the front,
You coward,
You servant,
You blindman
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear,
Lie, live off lying,
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say,
Had no chance to see myself, moulded day by day,
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done,
Left to die with only friend,
Alone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away
Back to the front,
You willdo what I say, when I say,
Back to the front,
You will die when I say, you must die,
Back to the front,
You coward,
You servant,
You blindman
Back to the front
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