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Stephen Curry dans l'barillet
Stephen Curry dans l'barillet
Stephen Curry dans l'barillet

Chez moi tout est noir, chez toi tout est limpide
Mes
Stephen, Stephen
Why won't you call me?
Stephen
Why won't you call me?

I saw you in your tight-ass rocker pants
You saw me too
I laughed
Stephen, stephen
Why won't you call me?
Stephen
Why won't you call me?

I saw you in your tight-ass rocker pants
You saw me too
I laughed
full  of  faith  and  power,  seeing  Christ  in  a  very  different  position.  Let  me  tell  you  the  story  of  Stephen.    Stephen  loved
the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved

Stephen's in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick
the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved

Stephen's in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick
the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved

Stephen's in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garden in the wind and the rain,
Wherever he goes the people all complain.
Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving
But I know I saw a light in you
And as we walked we would talk
And I didn't say half the things I
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes
Country garden in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all complain
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes
Country garden in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all complain

Stephen
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes
Country garden in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all complain
Saint Stephen with a rose
In and out of the garden he goes
Country garden in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all complain
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes
Country garden in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all complain
Stephen was a rock and roll drummer he played in all the bands
When he played, his hands  they moved like lightning 
Our practice space was his dad's
all night
Yes I'm gwan to run all day
I think Stephen Foster was ahead of his time
That's all I've got to say

Well a nickel is a nickel
And a dime is
Mark: I like my toast buttered
Stephen: and I'll take mine dry

Mark: I dig the beatles
Stephen: I'm a stones kinda guy

Mark: I have fine taste
Saint Stephen with a rose
In and out of the garden he goes
Country garland in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes, the people all complain
Di Genius
Di-di-di Genius
Be careful a who you talk to
Be careful a where you par to (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Di Teacha
Stephen McGregor
Be
the season,
The good will that lasts til the Feast of St. Stephen

For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry,
Til the beer is all spilled
[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
Walk down the river 'cause the river don't run
Same thing make you laugh, make you cry
that's why what goes around comes
could I need
I can't work no more 
And the funny part is 
It's just little old me 
Stephen from Strawberry Creek 
And they wanna hear my voice 

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Por onde andará Stephen Fry
Por onde andará Stephen
Nínguem sabe do seu paradeiro
Nínguem sabe pra onde ele foi pra onde ele vai
Stephen may be
the season,
The good will that lasts til the Feast of St. Stephen

For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry,
Til the beer is all spilled

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