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Bette Davis Eyes
03:49
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Her hair is Harlow gold
Her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll turn the music on you
You won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow
She got Bette Davis eyes
And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious, and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
She got Greta Garbo's standoff sighs
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll let you take her home
It whets her appetite
She'll lay you on the throne
She got Bette Davis eyes
She'll take a tumble on you
Roll you like you were dice
Until you come out blue
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll expose you, when she snows you
Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you
She's ferocious, and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy
She's got Bette Davis eyes
And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious, and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll tease you
She'll unease you
Just to please you
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll expose you
When she snows you
She knows you
She's got Bette Davis eyes
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2. |
Sun to Come
02:41
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I was waiting for the sun to come
But some silly cloud came in.
I've been looking for a beam to swing,
But climatical gestures
kinda spoiled my pleasure.
The opacity level up,
Me & my freezing butt.
Were waiting for the sun to come.
But some silly cloud came in
low down my dopamine
For the sun to come
For the sun to come.
Tell him all about the stuff that goes around today,
Let him heat my skin and melt the ice
That's stuck onto my heart since then.
Trying to connect inside the maze we spectacle our way.
Human after all and after life,
Guess I'll be framed when I'll be dead.
I was waiting for the sun to come
But some silly cloud came in.
I've been looking for a beam to swing,
But climatical gestures
Kinda spoiled my pleasure.
The opacity level up,
Me & my freezing butt.
Were waiting for the sun to come.
But some silly cloud came in
Low down my dopamine
For the sun to come
For the sun to come.
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3. |
Salutation Posthume
03:29
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D’une inflexion de voix qui terrorise,
Pourquoi ne pas lui poser la question ?
7 lettres ne seront pas pour Elise,
Mais pour le Design de nos relations.
Si tu t’installes tu prends pas tes affaires,
Si tu me régales je te prends sur la cuisine !
Mes 7 dernières minutes de trampoline.
Mon insomnie de 78 heures.
Plante le décor et puis recule,
Ton souvenir qui hante encore mes habitudes.
C’est tout mon coeur qui gesticule,
Quand je comprends qu’il s’agit là d’une certitude.
Les yeux rivés sur le bitume,
Un devenir tout enrayé par les ratures.
Quand y’a plus un « Nec Mergitur »
Qui tienne,
Salutation d’amour à titre posthume !
Perdu ! je me suis perdu dans ma bulle.
Pourvus qu’on en finisse pour toujours.
Les 7 premières minutes de ridicule.
La flame, dans tes yeux, le premier jour.
La suspicion de là où ça nous mène,
Pour tous une équation mathématique.
Le bon mélange de magie et de haine ;
Sans nulle information pratique.
Casse le décors et improvise,
Ton souvenir qui vient s'étendre sur mon lit;
Et s'en retourne bien trop vite,
Pour me narguer sur les clochers des églises.
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4. |
My Dreams
03:03
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In my Dreams,
Unpermetted,
You came in
Here all inquisitive.
She's even leaving here
Out my Dreams.
Walked out so heavenly.
Made a spin
Out of reality.
So sing sing,
Your heart is shattering
About a thing I want to say
It doesn't matter anyway
But what the hell you think you do ?
I've been a dick as much as you.
In my Dreams
've been looking all around,
For that piece
To bring it all again.
In a twist
Quit starring at the ground
Kiss your cheeks
And maybe hold your hand
There's nothing left to seek
Outta my Dreams
'Cause I'm not even clear
There's neither need to speak
'Bout my Dreams
You made them disapear.
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