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I have to be here, I have to seat, succeed my partnership
I have to be here, I have to seat, succeed my
I tap the table with my pen under the rhythm of the clock
I have to work, I have to wreck, I'm choosing all the words
Delving into my mind, fulfilling the request, in writing, find a task
To make a catalysis of emotions, until midnight, before lost loss
I'm erasing all the
I'm erasing all the architectures of our gone love, down on paper
Scraps ! Scraps !
I have to build, I have to laugh around, succeed my relationship
Before midnight
Encore & Encore & …
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Alicia
03:48
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Oh please Oh please Oh please
Oh please stay with us, the wine is drawn
That's how we expand the sunset above the town
To feel dizzy with a moment of rarity
Get stunned by this promiscuity
The top of the top of the sun disappears
We know the ropes, roped to the end, near
Presumed promises cannot coexists
Without your legs encircling my coxis
Even if you were dressed with the
The blue, the brown, and the yellow bruises
Further, with a sexy back marked by green grass
You were enhanced by
The spotless beauty of your warm accolade
I'm imitating an alcoholic to be worth of your interest
I'm counting how many times you were smiling at me
During this moment that I prolong,
To be for real with you at our meeting point
For real with you at our meeting point
Goodnight
Be there next time
We should share our timeline
Because of the heat of this night time
As far as am I
In touch, an eye
In touch, an eye on you
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Balcony, Street life
Oh Night style Ok, Foxes lurking
Everywhere, Morn poem
A poem a stamp a letter
No destination for the lover
Spoilt Wasted Ruined
This gets all my
Limbs moving randomly
Leaning against the bar
With an energy
Aaaaaaaaah Annoying
Life, Night style
Foxes lurking, night style
No destination for the lover
Boiled Wanked Ridiculous
This gets all my Limbs moving randomly
Leaning against the bar (Life)
with an energy (Night style)
Annoying
Foxes lurking, Everywhere
Morn poem, Annoying !
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Wounds
03:10
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Scrapes !
I hate those fucking thorns. It pricks me, all of it !
An effort, to make sure that we’ll flee that shit
Night just can't wait behind the high clouds
I have to move on
I'm going through the unknown
I'm raving on the mount
He runs, he's exhausted
How long can we stand in this night?
Alone, where birds can't have a sight
A sight of me through the woods, a mind fight
See the upper mount, or get killed
How long can we stand in this night?
Alone, where birds can't have a sight
A sight of me through the woods, a mind fight
How can I moan? I'm no more, coach
He's Opening a packet of lollies
That's doing life stories
The sugar, the blood
Drain his circulatory system
Night just can't wait
But now, He's euphoric
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Mount
01:24
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Run!
I see something or someone / somebody where somewhere over the unseen sea of trees
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Woody
06:42
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This is the house where I live, in a rejected part of the country
No midnight train can reach our land but heart feels at home at the first smell
To the point where I stand, every afternoon is horizontal
Me, Woody, I judge
This landscape is always transformed, Transcended by the lights
To the point where I stand, every afternoon is horizontal
Me, Woody, I judge
The cloud's ID,
The shoreline of the city
And the blue shapes of the far suburbs
The roofs full of rust and months wasted
I escaped from the set, years ago
Cause this state (The rule is routine) of mind is claustrophobia (A water surface)
Now, (immaculate) I'm more than a periurban, I'm a hermit
Until one day cropped up in front of me lying and lame, but gorgeous
I saw a boy, climbing up the mount, damaged by the effort through the forest
Him euphoric, repeating "That's doing life stories"
The boy is quiet like the soup in my plate
I read books at bedtime
Sometimes
We take the car, we cross some lines
When we go together to the bar
When we go together to the bar
We do a good job of teamwork
With ghosts of our personal journeys
& You became a very good friend of mine
The biggest friend of mine, you know
It's about me and the one who's damaged by his wounds
Downhearted, yesterday
(The biggest friend of mine, you know)
(& You became a very good friend of mine)
(The biggest friend of mine, you know)
This is the house where we live
In a rejected part of the country
No midnight train can reach our land
But eyes feel at home at the first smile
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Héros
02:52
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Time doesn't lose its goal
Compose its never-ending road
Time has passed above our home
Long time
We've taken a step aside
But
We've crystallized
Within the words
Within the sensations
Idealized our moments
Select your character, who's next?
Who change? Who stay the same?
Who's the most primal?
The mister hero?
Maybe the stubborn lover
Maybe the stubborn lover
Maybe the stubborn lover
A Long time ago
Time never loses its goal
Compose his never-ending road
Time has passed above our home
A Long time ago, we arrived to your door
A Long time is arriving, for sure, is arriving,
Now
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8. |
Gary
02:53
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Old car smashed
A hard breath taken
Genius wind reloaded
Gary staring at the stars
Night Incredible
Flavor of the week
Weak flavor diamonds on the floor
Week & flavor
No voices allowed
No-thing on the extremity
Just us
G A R Why ?
Gary
You & Me You Brother
Night Incredible Flavor of the week
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Clementine
05:09
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Such a sad sunny day at the bus at the bus station /
Synchronized our hearts for a minute in a distant feeling, Blurred by time
So many dads missing at the terminal
An annual report of the rest of the world from you
Cause my tiny Clementine is green with envy
Always so sweet, she makes me smile
Confess ideas with words sincere,
As a drink up idiom
"Just fuck that guy, his carpe diem “
He’s an idiot, His life is lonely.
Every year, this is our mental
Ceremony of our mutual affection
Despite a father's warm attention
Despite seeing each others
Dropped half a dozen of dozes
& a million of wishes asleep
Finally taking this all for granted
Forever, I miss her, Big sister
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Tous
01:57
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The one on the balcony who can't sleep after the midnight stuff
The words on paper scraps
That girl Clementine speaking with the ghost, Gary
The pearlescent lovers
Alicia, Kam & Cale
The boy, wounds
The man more than a periurban, Woody
The friends, the family, the animals, all of them
& The Lover of Aliciaaaaaaaaaaa
We are not forever
We pass our turn
We have rather taste
of wasting some time
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Pearlescent
06:53
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Clench your naked knees with white sheets
Clasp your legs and arms to find the right seat
Curly Hair feels like cotton in the morning
I'm fond of every parcel of you, I'm not denying
Tiny parts of lifetime, pearlescent
Oh !
Probably forgot in our middle age angst
Probably forgot tiny parts of lifetime,
Probably forgot pearlescent instant
Probably forgot
Spending a part of the day with you
In the dust, the skin peels honey
With the salty sweat
Yes the dirt; Yes the dirty
Remains the truth
The feeling of each other
Yes the dirt, Yes the dirty
On monday, we forgot the floor
The rendez-vous point, where our
Friends — Alicia, Kam and Cale
We’re waiting for us to chat with the coffee
So the story doesn't tell
If we've finally left the toffee bed
Or if we made the decision
To staying dressed in love
Leading life with our eyes,
Leading life without dread
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