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[Hocus Pocus, Mr. J. Medeiros, Stro Elliot - Signes Des Temps paroles de lyrics]
It's a sign of the Ages
Il rêve d'avoir un toit, d'avoir un chez soi
Et même avec un taf, il n'a pas de quoi
Une location coûte un bras
Les banques de l'Etat ne l'calculent pas
Ça lui laisse peu de choix
Il est sponsorisé par Quechua
She never liked her mother Young
With an older brother
Ain't spoken since one of his boys
Found naked pictures of her
Undercover in sets and what lies beneath
Isn't love
It's the artificial company she keeps
We saw him walk across the moon
With a hand full of stars
We felt the loss in June
And knew the man had many scars
From how we hung him in our rooms
Now we tare him of the wall
And shed a tear for the King who
Held a mirror to us all
It's a sign of the Ages
18 and life to go, family life comfortable
Grew up a scholar
A common to make the honor roll
Good life a little slow
He went out of the dough
Then did a job but it
Robbed him freedom though
Torn from our mother burdened by forefathers
Burning the same cross
They learned had bore Martyrs
We heard it before, charters
The words of Magna Carta
The heart of a city froze
For those who had it harder
Il a le regard vide, le néant dans la tête
Et pour seule famille son AK-47
Une machette
Sur les mains le sang de ses ancêtres
Un uniforme trop grand pour ses 130 cm
It's a sign of the Ages
She's got a Nip Tuck lips puckered up
Here's a spit cup snip cut stitching you up
All for a lift up pin back chin all waxed
Now there's no syntax it's all Botox
She wanna be a star, face on the television
She ain't making the band
Survivor is holding auditions
Donald needs an apprentice
Flavor just must choose her
Glutton for little fame
You need a diet biggest loser
Elle est loin l'époque de ton premier Amiga
Aujourd'hui, ta culture musicale se
Compte en giga
Repose en paix, le CD est décédé
T'inquiète! J'dédicacerai ta clef USB
Il rêve d'avoir un toit, d'avoir un chez soi
Et même avec un taf, il n'a pas de quoi
Une location coûte un bras
Les banques de l'Etat ne l'calculent pas
Ça lui laisse peu de choix
Il est sponsorisé par Quechua
She never liked her mother Young
With an older brother
Ain't spoken since one of his boys
Found naked pictures of her
Undercover in sets and what lies beneath
Isn't love
It's the artificial company she keeps
We saw him walk across the moon
With a hand full of stars
We felt the loss in June
And knew the man had many scars
From how we hung him in our rooms
Now we tare him of the wall
And shed a tear for the King who
Held a mirror to us all
It's a sign of the Ages
18 and life to go, family life comfortable
Grew up a scholar
A common to make the honor roll
Good life a little slow
He went out of the dough
Then did a job but it
Robbed him freedom though
Torn from our mother burdened by forefathers
Burning the same cross
They learned had bore Martyrs
We heard it before, charters
The words of Magna Carta
The heart of a city froze
For those who had it harder
Il a le regard vide, le néant dans la tête
Et pour seule famille son AK-47
Une machette
Sur les mains le sang de ses ancêtres
Un uniforme trop grand pour ses 130 cm
It's a sign of the Ages
She's got a Nip Tuck lips puckered up
Here's a spit cup snip cut stitching you up
All for a lift up pin back chin all waxed
Now there's no syntax it's all Botox
She wanna be a star, face on the television
She ain't making the band
Survivor is holding auditions
Donald needs an apprentice
Flavor just must choose her
Glutton for little fame
You need a diet biggest loser
Elle est loin l'époque de ton premier Amiga
Aujourd'hui, ta culture musicale se
Compte en giga
Repose en paix, le CD est décédé
T'inquiète! J'dédicacerai ta clef USB