Paroles de la chanson Sintrip par Jean Foutre
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Paroles de la chanson Sintrip par Jean Foutre
Flavoured steam lack
Drafted on a grid
Leaving the safe land
For nothing but whims
Limited brain tag
For no one to see
Living the steak land
For what should have been
Somewhere to get
Someone's crap
I guess, I bet and I doubt I can get
Something better than that
Everything's a personal threat
To pretend
To get along with ourselves
Drafted on a grid
Leaving the safe land
For nothing but whims
Limited brain tag
For no one to see
Living the steak land
For what should have been
Somewhere to get
Someone's crap
I guess, I bet and I doubt I can get
Something better than that
Everything's a personal threat
To pretend
To get along with ourselves
To forget
The reality
The seeker faces
The fact that he's been lost
To find the deeper sense
While going back home alone
The seeker faces
The cold shape of the flaws
While he sees the paint
Fading like his own lie
Scrubbing this face up
There's not much to see
All that's past now
Is anxiety
Silence is not pleasant
When ears can hear
The reality
The seeker faces
The fact that he's been lost
To find the deeper sense
While going back home alone
The seeker faces
The cold shape of the flaws
While he sees the paint
Fading like his own lie
Scrubbing this face up
There's not much to see
All that's past now
Is anxiety
Silence is not pleasant
When ears can hear
There is no game now
No game that I win
Memory is gift I didn't want to receive
Clearly I see many sad things
Growing on me
The more I think of what could have been
And what I haven't done for me
The more is left to be redone
The seeker faces
The fact that he's been lost
To find the deeper sense
While going back home alone
The seeker faces
The cold shape of the flaws
While he sees the paint
Fading like his own lie
No game that I win
Memory is gift I didn't want to receive
Clearly I see many sad things
Growing on me
The more I think of what could have been
And what I haven't done for me
The more is left to be redone
The seeker faces
The fact that he's been lost
To find the deeper sense
While going back home alone
The seeker faces
The cold shape of the flaws
While he sees the paint
Fading like his own lie
The seeker faces
The fact that he's been lost
To find the deeper sense
While going back home alone
The seeker faces
The cold shape of the flaws
While he sees the paint
Fading like his own lie
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