on this day we set aside to celebrate hired killers

you look so pretty when you're standing

and the snow is falling down slow

all around you

life is only dream

love is only real

i dream awake

all the time

or hallucinate

if you want

it seems like a lot of people

i know worry most

about fucking and making money

and i worry most

about laughing and making music

there's something wrong there

and i'm only good at laughing

one out of four

but we'll all die with sweat on our bodies

i promise i'll die before you do

and i don't want you to be around

when it happens

but i hope you find the corpse

somewhere in a forest, wet from

rain or melted snow, not just perspiration

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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