been livin' in this cold dream

well, ok, but it does seem

that irony invades everythin'

she can't remember where she met me and i don't remember her at all

obviously when you're that close you have to share all the secrets we tell

she claims that her demeanor is not an act to hide the fact she's shy

but right before each time she speaks you can see the fear grow in her eyes

and the sun's not been rising soon enough to get me out of bed

but that's all right cause every morning i wake up hoping that i'm dead

like i was dying in my dreams

been dyin' in this cold dream

well, ok, but it does seem

like irony invades everythin'



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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