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1.
Where did you get this idea That being two was like Never being one again Where did you get this strange idea That falling in love was like Falling down down down down Where did you get this weird idea That I could take your freedom away Where did you get this idea That I could stop your way of life Just by being with you side by side I know I’m scaring you That’s the only thing you see (x2) And the only thing you see When I look at you with love’s fire in my eyes Is not that I’m warming you up But that I’m burning your soul And the only thing you see When I look at you with desire in my eyes Is not that I could give you warmth at night But that I’m turning you into ashes That’s the only thing you see (x2) Where did you hear this story That I could be so dangerous to you I don’t want to hear this story That you could be so dangerous to me Where did you hear this story That you must use your brain in love I don’t want to hear this story That feelings could be thought And the only thing you feel And the only thing you feel or not feel And the only thing you do is not feel but think Too much actually A strong fear coming over you baby And the only thing you see is the pour man you are Savaged by the evil woman I am But what is it you want from me Will I have to let you go without having taking anything Cause the only idea Of giving me a kiss Of holding me in your arms Is like giving me a chance of being loved by you But what is it you want from me Where did you get this idea That I had never been true to you Where did you get this idea That I had played a game to trap you No I’ve never cheated on you (x2) No I’ve never cheated on you but you’ve had (x8)
2.
I’m watching to the landscape Through these windows it’s escap…ing Everything is going fast No time to think of the past Some trees are still green But others are showing Traces of fall, faces of small….colours + choeur Mostly red, nearly dead + choeur And I’m hearing you Voice from the grave Still getting through my veins More and more feelings Calmness and musical silence + choeur The sky is grey No bird on the way No life in my head Emptiness instead You’ve hurt me happily You’ve depressed me gracefully You and you only + choeur And you are still knocking Still leaving in my ears No knife in your chest + choeur No blood in your place + choeur Just your singing And guitar plying Your words softly pronounced Deeply and truly, no falling down By joyful melodies You said so many things And I do remember You with your cigarette Under the cords you bet Smoking and singing at the same time So simple and so not shallow guy As this plane you disappeared + choeur In the smoking land of…tears + choeur I miss you You’ll never write other words But I’ll always keep those Which are and will be forever In our mind It’s our Ears Listening and Learning Instead Of Talkative Tongue
3.
Je suis pauvre j’ai 15 ans alors Mon ventre est vide encore Quand il m’aborde avec son doux sourire Je le suis, ma vie ne peut être pire Arrivée dans ce beau pays Nouvel avenir, nouveaux amis Je ne suis pas déçue, c’est ce qu’on m’avait dit Me voilà si jolie, maquillée, habillée Moi qui ne suis même pas née coiffée Un rêve devenu réalité Telle une vie de contes de fée Comme une porte ouverte sur la chance Voilà qu’on me donne la clé…d’une chambre Je me sens soudain étrange Ce métal froid me paralyse Quelque chose me dérange Je me tourne et réalise Un homme aux cheveux gris t’approche Il sort de l’argent de sa poche Et te le tend, toi tu le prends Tu me regardes, sans un sourire… et tu pars J’ai cru à une belle histoire Je finis dans un roman de gare Voguant sur mes espoirs Il fait couler mon fard Ma jeunesse s’envole ce soir Et le temps a passé, J’ai dû m’y habituer Je me défends des attaques Des honnêtes gens, de leur mépris Déjà emprisonnée dans ce corps Je suis dans une cellule aux barreaux scellés Par un salaud qui laisse errer…nos bourreaux Les autres comme moi retrouvent alors leur cri Etouffé lors d’une pareille nuit Pourquoi vous en prendre à nous, ceux des bas fonds Vous qui n’êtes qu’ambition, vous nous lancez des jurons Sur nos jupons…déjà salis C’est sûr que c’est plus facile De punir une gamine, une victime Oui, monsieur le Ministre, vous êtes comme ça Vous vous attaquez aux petites gens comme moi Vous nous appellez la France d’en bas Pour nous rappeler que jamais on ne montera Pour nous rappeler que jamais on ne vous rejoindra Vous qui pourtant venez si souvent chez moi

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released May 7, 2017

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