LES FLEURS SECHEES
Dead Chic
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Grit your teeth And knuckle down You’ll find relief in what hasn’t yet been found Or else stay in your seat You’ll find relief in what hasn’t yet been seen Callus palms that never saw a day of work Just that slumbered at the memory The sound the verse Pleasured by simplicity and stolen by a song A lifetime of solitude something must be wrong Au jardin on s’est retrouvé, J’ai pris tes mains à la nuit tombée. Au matin dessous la rosée Reposaient là toutes les fleurs séchées. So unlock Your door Walk outside and see the apple with no core Adam wrapped up in Eve Posing as Goliath with magic up her sleeve There’s words Of your prophet Scrolling in your palm You’re tired of the preacher And you’re tired of his charm Au jardin on s’est retrouvé, J’ai pris tes mains à la nuit tombée. Au matin dessous la rosée Reposaient là toutes les fleurs séchées.
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Written by: Andrew BALCON, Damien FELIX, Mathis BOUVERET AKENGIN
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