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LE DESORDRE, C'EST MOI

A thoughtless imaginary landscape settled in this evanescent place The weather created an expression of a last scene.

A thoughtless imaginary landscape settled in this evanescent place

The weather created an expression of a last scene.

It’s been so long since you’ve shown your face, you live in your own little worldYou may not know everybody, but everyone knows you


It’s been so long since you’ve shown your face, you live in your own little world

You may not know everybody, but everyone knows you

                                    Suffocate, by your own hand                                  And your unquenchable space

                                    Suffocate, by your own hand

                                  And your unquenchable space

What is this burning in my eyes? I wanted a language of my own My lips were sucked empty and I mouthed the lines Of this crowd that surrounds me

What is this burning in my eyes? I wanted a language of my own

My lips were sucked empty and I mouthed the lines

Of this crowd that surrounds me

                      I’ll burn out bright along the way .

                      I’ll burn out bright along the way .

                            I’ll be the fool although I don’t want to be                               Always reaching but not home yet

                            I’ll be the fool although I don’t want to be

                               Always reaching but not home yet

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