the water tastes metallic

and i drink so much

there's always two or three different

glasses i've got going

left around lukewarm

for later

sometimes i bow down

just to keep my balance

the water lives in me

i never worried about whether

there was any truth to you

cause i thought i had

enough for us both

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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