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Sainte-Catherine
04:15
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Sainte-Catherine
In the dirty street of Sainte-Catherine
Straight on following the dawn
Voices all around trying to mess up our hair
As we left them behind,
and they’re screaming on
In the dark street of Sainte-Catherine
Drunk enjoying the moonlight
Same voices around trying to catch our lady’s hands We keep going straight
and they’re screaming on
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2. |
Fuck-Off road
05:44
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Fuck-Off road
We should know it
We should care about it,
could hear the story
But we are passing our way
We should know it
We could care about it,
could tell the story
But we don’t care!
Driving faster and faster on the Fuck-Off road
Driving faster and faster on the Fuck-Off road
We should know it
We should care about it,
could hear the story
But we are passing our way
We should know it
We could care about it,
could tell the story
But we don’t care!
Hazy story,
that blurs the way
Rumor’s industry,
takes my breathe away
Pushing me slowly on the Fuck-Off road
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Rather die than keep on peeling fruits I can’t eat
You can see the moon rises
and countdown just began
People talking about the end of the world
(on a boat) while drinking rhum
Waves bring back shitty smell and we laugh,
that’s how we spend our nights
And every night I feel,
I feel their gaze around me,
and I find a way
I find a pill to sleep
Rather die than keep on peeling fruits I can’t eat
They try to blind
my mind in their great lies
but i’m always wild
And when the sun rises, I’m still wet from a bad dream I had
They drive me in their own way,
where’s your hand to wipe my forehead ?
They come from bowels of the night,
they are always in my mind
When I find them, I find them always the same
Heartbeats under my skin
like a fucking electronic chip
I feel they are always somewhere looking at me
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4. |
Down the crack
05:33
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Down the crack
She’s waiting down the crack
waiting for someone,
waiting for someone to go away
She has nothing left but a memory
and now it’s not so close,
and it’s not so close to go away
She is waiting for her rise,
but stucked here without hands,
rusting in the rain
May the river take her shape,
may the rock hear the pray
Now she is so close to go, close to go, close to go away
Breathing on eachother smile
getting higher and higher
everyday is keeping us alive
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Lazzzy Lyon, France
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