When you are alone at night You search yourself for all the things That you believe are right If you give it all away You throw away your only chance to be here today Then a fight breaks out on your street You lose another broken heart in a land of meat My friend, he took his final breath Now I know the perfect kiss is the kiss of death

enfin,
interlude quoi

en attendant
mieux

la guerre n’est pas toujours drôle
la paix non plus
ni rien

By Guy Mercier 24 juillet, 2014

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et à propos de ce bl*g