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Jeffrey
02:41
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I wish I could stay out of this mean game.
I'd like to count to five and reopen my eyes.
I feel like cracking up, I need a plan, I really need a breakthrough.
I wish I could leave this town and roam around like a wandering jew.
I'm watching the blue sky, I'm watching the blood on the ground.
If only I could wake, wake up in the good old days.
I wish I could stop the time and then rewind to my promising debut.
It seems the walls are getting closer, I won’t be able to find the right escape route.
It's like an endless swim against the flow,
What is my deep nature ? I don't know ! I wish I could be dumb & beautiful.
I wish I could stay out of this mean game.
I'd like to count to five and reopen my eyes.
I wish I was strong enough, adept and tough, but I was born to be blue.
All I can do is complain about my pain. I don't have even have an excuse.
Oh ! If only people could know how I feel. How repulsive my thoughts are, how my lunacy is real. They'd probably flee or spit at my face...yeah
It is true sometimes I wish that I could be dead. But I don't even have the guts to shoot myself right in the head.
Yet it could have a fucking swan song... oh, no no, no...
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If You Run Away
02:19
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If you run away, I will surely kill myself. If one of these days, you say you love someone else.
I'll put my head in a bag until I suffocate or I'll jump from the highest floor to explode my brain.
So don't say "goodbye", most of all don't say "adieu",
I would rather die than be separate from you.
You don't have the slightest idea of who I am.
I'd do anything I would sacrifice a lamb.
But before you leave, I will make you regret every day.
I'm gonna fuck up your life till you deplore your mistake.
Don't expect me to play fair, or take refuge in a book of prayer.
my aim is not supreme wisdom, I won't turn my cheek like a victim...
Don't expect me to play fair, I'm gonna be rat and there won't be no cease-fire.
If you run away, I will put a spell on you, if one of these days, you say you need something new. I'll drive as fast as I can, blindfold on my face. I'd do anything to make things fall into place.
And so don't even try, don't even think about it or I'll have to reply with something violent and cruel. I'll never do you no harm if you stay. But if you ever cheat on me I'll have to make you pay.
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At Last Summer Ends
02:50
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Why tell me why, I should smile ?
I can't give you just one simple reason to smile ?
Should that worry me ?
These summer days make me sick.
All those grinning people, all those happy hicks just drive me crazy.
In the end, am I the only one,
who doesn't see the point of flip-flops in the sand.
In the end, Am I the grumpy kind ?
Well it is such a relief when at last summer ends.
Now the truth can be told, I hate salads, greenery and festivals, and obviously...I like to stare at bleak landscapes, drink hot coffee with a dozen buttered pancakes & watch tv.
In the end it's a pain all along :
sticky shirts, clammy hands, barbecues & sweat stains.
In the end, I hope it won't be long until clouds lower again
and at last summer ends.
Bloodsucking bugs invade my home.
Streets & parks are full of morons.
My neighbors listen to Lionel Richie.
Cheap cocktails make girls act all bitchy.
I hate people awkward tan lines,
their body hair, their shaking arm flab.
In the end, Am I the only one who misses silence and,
the coldness and the rain
In the end, I'd like to be alone so it is such a relief
when at last summer ends, so it is such a relief
when at last summer ends.
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May
04:52
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May ? May I ask you something ? Were you born in may ?
I feel dumb for asking, it's such a cliché. Yeah, I'm not really sure it's quite smart for a start.
With that halo round your face, you shine like a star. You're practically glowing.
You shine like a star. You've got that sweet nothing, un "je-ne-sais-quoi".
If I was a poet you know I'd spend my whole life to write odes, ballads, sonnets & madrigals.
I'd throw a million words like darts; I'd give my life to reach your heart.
though I know this is all in vain for you only live in my depressed mind.
May ? May I ask you something? Do you know your face is truly mind-blowing?
You've got such grace. The way you're dressed, the way you smile, the way you walk.
Since... Ever since I met you, I've been set on pause and no one can replace you.
I've been set on pause and I guess the world could as well fall apart.
If I had a green thumb, you know, I'd grow a garden full of pink roses, lilies and marigolds:
A place where we could waste our time, far away from the crowd.
But I know this is all in vain for you only live in my depressed mind.
I'm falling into a black hole. I cannot say the way I feel.
Nobody's gonna help me, I'm starting to think you are real.
I'm gonna fill the empty space, I'm gonna lose that poker face.
Nobody's gonna help me, I'm starting to think you are real.
I'm gonna fill the empty space, I'm gonna lose that poker face.
God help me please, I cannot get that girl out of my mind.
I cannot get that girl, oh, I cannot get that girl, I cannot get that girl out of my mind.
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