the face you made when

i made you face me then

i asked you why you're tryin' to drink, drink your life away

the sun is shining so bright

and we can't wait for the night

then tomorrow to come, or just some other, any other day

tall dying pines surround us

their brown needles fall down as

we wonder how something so old, so good could die

your eye has got all swollen

because a wasp has flown in

it sang so blue just like a flower, but it was just your eye



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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