if your words can find their way across the sea

i'm sure they can find a better soul to accost than me

all these people get premium gas

or the premium wash and drive new cars, and truck, and suvs

and they buy all kinds of junk food

and maybe a few packs of cigarettes

who knew failure paid

so well so tell me how i can escape this hell i can't? oh well

you make the first move, then i'll make the last move

i don't wanna fuck, but let's make a child inside a glass tube

"look inside the sun"

"there's no sun"

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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