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Muse : see u the 12 th July at Monaco
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Muse : see u the 12 th July at Monaco
* CHARLES IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS * ]Natural Disaster[ * WE'LL BE SINGING, YEAH *
Description :
Charles-Alexandre
17 ans
Mouans sartoux & Cannes
Rock,
Muse,
Beatles,
To buy Clothes is not a murder,
Cunt is so ...
I don't want a good name,
I'm born under a lucky star o_e
Trance is not music but is a magic :)
I luve my guitar and my bass,
Boum² (drum :d)
Volque@hotmail.fr
Plop :) Matt belamy is like a god for the rock show :)
motherfucker pete doherty.
Facebook's link : http://www.facebook. com/profile.php?id=6 48595225
Son profil
cunt-rock
19 ans
Cannes
(06)
France
I come back :)
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# Posté le mercredi 11 avril 2007 11:55
Inda Moov :)
Put your arm up my friend
Max, Me, Matt, And A part of Helen ? o_e
Max, Me, Matt, And A part of Helen ? o_e
# Posté le lundi 02 avril 2007 14:04
Modifié le lundi 02 avril 2007 14:43
I LOVE YOU
Me, Calaghan, Rory :)
See u soon :)
See u soon :)
# Posté le lundi 02 avril 2007 12:37
Modifié le lundi 02 avril 2007 14:01
You have to be yourself : Dont copy us : You look like a magazing : You re not very amazing : You believe to believe in you : You are feeble-minded, its weak : The name of your idol is pete doherty : Then, you can't come in my party
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# Posté le mardi 20 mars 2007 15:43
Modifié le vendredi 23 mars 2007 11:39
Song
Our Fruity kisses flying away
Above the white frost plains
And the line of your red hands
Lined on the burning snow
Makes me remember how
I could fall overboard in your eyes
And the sunset not still alive
Like a flower without her buds
Like a sky without his clouds
Like a bird without his wings
Like a snow flake without cold
Like me without you, it's true
And The Spring is not coming
The Flowers are not coming
Swallows are not flying in the azure sky
Let us alone blinded by the white ...
Above the white frost plains
And the line of your red hands
Lined on the burning snow
Makes me remember how
I could fall overboard in your eyes
And the sunset not still alive
Like a flower without her buds
Like a sky without his clouds
Like a bird without his wings
Like a snow flake without cold
Like me without you, it's true
And The Spring is not coming
The Flowers are not coming
Swallows are not flying in the azure sky
Let us alone blinded by the white ...
By me...
# Posté le mercredi 07 mars 2007 12:46
Modifié le mercredi 25 juillet 2007 19:13
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