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Lipstick
02:46
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Sometime I feel it
I’m in a cold sweat
I get on my knees
Take a cigarette
Alcohol steam
a red tracks on your glass
Can you see the gleam
I’m gonna kick your ass
Oh my dear
What were you doing here
did you play with my fear
I try to get all clear
But I don’t wanna hear
A week later
A week too late
It would be greater
Wipe off the slate
Drunk with joy
I’ve lost the driver
We became cloy
We went further
We went too far
In a liquide state
You left me a scar
And you know I hate
I’ve lost my way
Where can I stay ?
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France
03:28
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She will vote for the pain
She doesn’t remember
Maybe she hasn’t got a brain
Nevertheless she’s happy in November
Suicidal amnesia
Already she has forgotten
Like if she was under anesthesia
And she sleeps on cotton
She’s feeling lost in all this crowd
Maybe she’s is blinded
It’s time to get out of the cloud
Even if she’s not open minded
She feels understood by the blue
And doesn’t believe in red
She’s fed up with hullabaloo
Wants them all dead
A father who entertains unhealthy hopes
A Daughter who feeds on growing doubts
She lopes off but she gropes
In her mind we find some sprouts
Oh, let me burn like the sun
I need to eradicate the weed
She didn’t have to take a gun
It’s a miserable misdeed
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Morning Glory
02:55
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We don't care about our future
But we think we are pure
I don't think that all is dead
But we have to go out of the bed
we hate to go forward
We love to stay behind
We prefer when nothing is hard
We can't be always kind
Stay happy, life is good
But there is no robinhood
The rich stay themselves
and The people on the street
Aren't helped by the elves
they can't even eat
Refrain
it could be a morning glory
But there’re humans in the story
Now the world becomes so gory
We can only be sorry
Now starts the space dementia
That's the human hysteria
But the brain is rotten
the end has just begun
too much people cry
Do you know why ?
Are you satisfy ?
The humans are so sly...
Are we really the same
It’s why I feel shame
And if the wolf disappears
that's because something is unclear
Refrain
it could be a morning glory
But there are humans in the story
Now the world becomes so gory
We can only be sorry
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Get Down
03:16
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Ho Annie, Did you mean anything?
I will search you anywhere and anytime
For your smile I will give everything
You’re so sublime, it’s a crime.
I will come anyway, Annie.
I love anybody (annie’s body ) and I ask everybody:
« I’m looking for a girl? Have you seen any? »
Anyhow, I‘ll find you, Annie.
Why, Take it away before you know
You wanna be down get down anyway you fall in ground
Get down get down get down
You wanna be down get down anyway you fall in ground
Get down get down get down
Annie thinks anything, against the wall
But loneliness is not good at all
Today I found your shawl
The world is small
For love or money
I will stay honey annie honey
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Amaï
05:26
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Dieu que la vie est cruelle
Et tes lèvres sensuelles
Son d’un violon au corps tranchant
Comme une allumette qui en craquant
S’arque se voute ou s’arc-boute
Pour une flamme remplie de doute
Rose de velours noir
Qui s’ouvre tard le soir
Dans le noir ou dans la souillure
Les lys ont l’odeur de l’horreur
Dans la foire ou sans soudure
Les plaies ouvertes sur le cœur
REFRAIN :
Bride d’une crise à venir
La Brise grise en souvenir
Le Rêve d’une réalité
Où on pourrait tout pardonner
Quand les marteaux frappent le piano
Aux vibrations crescendo
Quand le silence frappe les esprits
Lancinance dans la furie
Symphonie à la mélodie
Telle une maladie
Si fascinante si captivante
Et o combien émouvants
REFRAIN :
Bride d’une crise à venir
La Brise grise en souvenir
Rêve d’une réalité
Ou on pourrait tout pardonner
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