i was born this hungry
and i've been starving ever

and now i'm burning my own blood

can you hear me lighting up?

does it sound like the sun?

and now i'm going to heaven

or the bad side of this town

where the waves wash
over the walls

as the dusk settles down

on our dirty clothes

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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