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Mercy
03:39
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-Will you say to me when you are ready?
-Will you wave at me, will we ever meet again?
-It's up to them
-I wish we could have waited, one, two, three more years before serving ourselves up to them.
-They swallow me, they swallow me,
-They swallow me and there's no one to blame
-They swallow me, they swallow me,
-They swallow me and you follow me down the drain
-I wanted to love you like no one has ever been
-I've tried to hard to paint you with my own nuances
-But a never knew how to paint.
-I never knew how to love myself
-They swallow me, they swallow me,
-They swallow me and there's no one to blame
-They swallow me, they swallow me,
-They swallow me and you follow me down the drain
-We'd love to think that nothing is over
-We try so hard to climbback the ladder
-We wonder how long before it stops to bother
-We drive too fast, we'll never catch the answer
-They swallow me, they swallow me,
-They swallow me and there's no one to blame
-They swallow me, they swallow me,
-They swallow me and you follow me down the drain
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Miss It
03:50
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(I miss it, I miss it, I miss it)
-This thing I was sheltering,
- has it really faded ?
- leaving me stuck in a pale tinted humor
-Here I stand wondering
-They said it doesn't matter
-Another missing piece of a crumbling realm
-Still I miss it / (You're on your own)
-Still I miss it (You're on your own)
-I thought, I thought, I owned it
-But nothing is ever ours
-I should have stacked grains of time from sand immemorial
-Instead of being painstaking for nothing
-Nothing breathtaking...
-I'm on my own
-From now on I'll keep myself away from hysteria
-Still I miss it / (You're on your own)
-Still I miss it (You're on your own)
-I thought, I thought, I owned it
-But nothing is ever ours
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ROBOCOP
04:28
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-Je ne conduis que les soirs de pleine lune
-J’abats la normalité et me transforme en Robocop pour mieux chasser
-La lumière tourne dans les bois immobiles
-La visière baissée
- Je m'élance sous les stroboscopes qui me frappent de plein fouet
-Je ne conduis que les soirs de pleine lune
-Je ne me poursuis que les soirs de pleine lune
-Les flashs me mitraillent à tr avers les branches
-Des singes en armure à l'allure étrange
-Frappent dans leurs mains alors que j'avance
-Vers ce miroir sans fin qui stoppe mon élan
- Je ne comprends, je ne comprends rien
-Où est mon visage ?
- Je ne comprends, je ne comprends rien
-Où est mon visage ?
-Où est mon visage ?
-J'entends pourtant ma voix chaque soir de pleine lune
-Je perçois mon échos
-Je m'épuise et j'y vois rien
-J'y vois rien
-Alors je trie, je trie les arbres
-J'étire la nuit
-Mais j'ai pas trouvé / t'as pas trouvé / non
-J'l'ai pas trouvé / t'as pas trouvé / non
-J'ai rien trouvé / t'as pas trouvé / non
-J'l'ai pas trouvé / t'as pas trouvé / non
-Les flashs laissent leur place à des ombres blanches
-Les singes en armure au sourire étrange
-Frappent dans leur main, tirent leur révérence
-J'ai cherché pour rien, j'étais perdue d'ava
nce
-Je ne comprends, je ne comprends rien
-Je ne comprends, je ne comprends rien
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