RLS SC 416] Denemarken, Japan, Kamaroen, Nederland Poule E1

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah

I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost, oh yeah

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

I was scared, I was scared
Tired and underprepared
But I wait for you

If you go, if you go
Leaving me here on my own
Well I wait for you

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

Please, please, please
Come on and sing to me
To me, me

Come on and sing it out, out, out
Come on and sing it now, now, now
Come on and sing it

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
Oh yeah

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Op zaterdag 5 december 2009 00:16 schreef Teun_ZHV het volgende:

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Aangenaam, voorheen NMNS

Vanwaar de gedaanteverwisseling

When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong

I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
No, there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are throwing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love

SkyRadio! 100.7 FM

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Op zaterdag 5 december 2009 00:16 schreef Teun_ZHV het volgende:

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Aangenaam, voorheen NMNS

ECHT ?

Just a perfect day,
Drink Sangria in the park,
And then later, when it gets dark,
We go home.
Just a perfect day,
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie, too,
And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.

Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.

You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow...

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Op zaterdag 5 december 2009 00:27 schreef Teun_ZHV het volgende:

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Lang verhaal. Maar misschien weet je nog dat ik ooit eens zei dat ik het niet zo had op al die klonen Jij gaf daar nog als antwoord op dat ik dat dan gewoon maar maar onder eigen naam moest gaan posten (iets in die trant). 't Zal denk ik anderhalf jaar geleden zijn. En nu vond ik dat ik dat dan ook maar eens moest gaan doen (los van een paar andere redenen)

Maar waarom met mijn hoofd als avatar

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie ...

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Lie la lie ...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie ...

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Op zaterdag 5 december 2009 00:37 schreef APK het volgende:

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Maar waarom met mijn hoofd als avatar

uhh?

Look a likes

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Op zaterdag 5 december 2009 00:43 schreef Teun_ZHV het volgende:

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Da's mijn eigen kop lullo

Oh, ziet er goed uit dan.

I can tell by your eyes that you've
probably been crying forever
And the stars in the sky don't mean
nothing to you they're a mirror

I don't wanna talk about it
How you broke my heart
If I stay here just a little bit longer
If I stay here won't you listen to my heart
Oh oh my heart

If I stand all alone will the shadows
hide the colours of my heart
blue for tears, black for the night
fears the stars in the sky
don't mean nothing to you they're a mirror

I don't wanna talk about it
How you broke my heart
If I stay here just a little bit longer
If I stay here won't you listen to my heart
Oh oh my heart

CarO!

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life has just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooooooh (Anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

[Guitar Solo]

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o
I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let me go (Will not let you go)
Let me go (Will not let you go) (Never, never, never, never)
Let me go, o, o, o, o
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go
Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me!

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

[Guitar Solo]
(Oooh yeah, Oooh yeah)

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows...

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Op zaterdag 5 december 2009 00:23 schreef APK het volgende:

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Vanwaar de gedaanteverwisseling

Ahh was het een verrasing

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Op zaterdag 5 december 2009 01:08 schreef Soury het volgende:

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Ahh was het een verrasing

Voor mij wel.

_{Ik hoor hier niet! - tvp}

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Op zaterdag 5 december 2009 01:20 schreef APK het volgende:

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Voor mij wel.

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Op donderdag 19 november 2009 18:48 schreef Neemmijnietserieus het volgende:
Dit was de laatste posting van Neemmijnietserieus, hij gaat jullie allemaal verlaten, 't is mooi geweest. Bedankt voor de gezellige uurtjes, iedereen kusjes en tot nooit meer ziens

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Op donderdag 19 november 2009 22:32 schreef Teun_ZHV het volgende:

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Op donderdag 19 november 2009 22:54 schreef Teun_ZHV het volgende:
Goed, Neemmijnietserieus komt nooit meer terug. Ik was een beetje flauw van al die fake en nepzooi links en rechts. Vandaar vanaf nu de echte, een soort van "coming out".

En nog wat redenen.

Het was dus voor iedereen een verrassing

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