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ResourceMusic MegaThread
Thread starterSanctioned Suicide
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In your house, I want to live
In your house, I want to live
I have a hangover and it's been months
So I'm tired, but tomorrow will be fine
All my toys I broke, starting with you
The dolls, shouldn't shake them like that
In your wasteland, there were nuggets
A deposit, a lake, a very calm sea
And I emptied it, by whole barrels
The bastard that I am left nothing there
And since then, Paris looks like Paris
Its tower, its noise, its periphery
I lost the accent you put on
It took a long time, not counting my nights
La Villette is the park where July bores me
The kids with a flash knock me out with whiskey
I drowned in it, by whole bottles
The bastard that I am, left nothing
Sometimes I wish I was an army of myself
One to run away, the other to stay there
And if I become the same but worse
The next one hanging my arm will regret you
And if I become the same but worse
The next one hanging my arm will regret you
And how pretty you are
How you create envy
That I'm not made of wood
That you don't come home
Whether it's Monday
That it is Tuesday
The days here pass as heavy as months
It was hot that summer
The memories melted
And I had nothing more than that
And if I get damaged, once got to the bottom
The next one hanging my arm will lift me up
Sometimes I wish I was an army of myself
One to run away, the other to stay there
And if I become the same but worse
The next one hanging my arm will regret you
In your house I want to live
In your house I want to live
And if I become that same empire
The next one hanging my arm will regret you
In your house I want to live
In your house, I want to live
In your house, I want to live
Et si je deviens le mĂŞme en pire
La prochaine Ă mon bras te regrettera
Et comme t'es jolie
Comme tu fais envie
Que je ne suis pas en bois
Que tu ne rentres pas
Que l'on soit lundi
Que l'on est mardi
Les jours ici passent lourds comme des mois
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