Am I an amnesiac or a haemophilliac Or is this a heart attack? That burns the holes in these lips That shelters and stings That blankets then burns
J'ai envie d'amnesie, d'oublier l'heure sans complexes le repos, sans strategie Ne me derange pas ! J'ai laisse l'aiguille depasser l'heure d'une poussiere
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I don't know nothing about yesterday What am I supposed to do? Tell me what to do with this tragedy Hey mister! You should have not fake me 'cause I
Je ne veut me torturer Les choses se brouillent autour de moi Que m'a-t-on fait, qu'est-il arrive? La memoire se joue de moi Je sais, je sais qu'il
Help me cause I?m falling and I just can't see you You came along and took a hold of me. You gave me sugar-coated valentines Promises that you were
2) L'amnezia dans ma cellule (l'amnezia) ce soir jvole comme une libellule (l'amnezia) c'est l'son du ter ter.., ha hachiche monnai ja-jamai a terre (Amnezia
While you were watching your back, they kicked in your front door. Do you think that you can launch a counterattack, lying face down on the floor? How
un cahier Pour etre sur de n'pas l'oublier M'amnez m'amnez m'amnez pas M'amnez pas devant chez moi Amne amne amnesie... restons amis M'amnez m'amnez m'amnez pas M'amnez
Personne ne sent Lorsque je mens, non Personne n'entend Mon sentiment Ma robe est decolletee Mon col est enleve Les couleurs sont trepassees J'ai tout
I started to cry, they put gin in my cup I started to crawl, and they swaddled me up I got up and run, they said "Easy, son, Play up, play the game"
That gorilla you're dancing with May not have too long to live He's putting his hands in the wrong places Time to rearrange his face He's gonna dance
Tropical night, malaria moon Dying stars of the silver screen Oh she danced that famous gypsy dance With a hole in her tambourine I was young enough
It was cruel of you to stand at my door and take my hand Like a drowning man I clung to my defenses And ten years is a time but your looks, love, it'
Jerusalem on the jukebox they talk in tongues on Coronation Street Heaven help the pharisee whose halo has slipped down to his feet A thousand satellite
Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel The dogs of money all at his heel Magicians cry "Oh truth! Oh real!" We're all working for the Pharaoh A thousand
Here we stand in sheets of rain Parting ways, loved in vain Never knew you'd be the reckless kind I reached out to catch your fall Said you needed a