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la main,
Chaque coin cache un destin.
Photos, rires, échos de nos voix,
Gravés dans mon cœur, juste toi et moi.

Souvenir, donne-moi un souvenir,
Un

the end?
For everyone it's something different

Sometimes our life is not fair
My next station in nowhere
Our old photos brings me smile
Last echo

frozen feelings rinse
Life moves on old photos stay
Heartbeats echo yesterday
Faded memories don't go away
In the shadows they quietly play
Pieces of our

Je recommence à peine
À regarder tes anciennes photos
Comme l'écho d'un passé
Qui refait surface sous ma peau

Qui parle de toi
Qui parle de moi

only gets colder 'Til all he has left
Is a photo in a frame the echo of his voice
And only himself to blame (ayy)

that roam
For our time is set in stone

[Verse 3]
I wander these halls, dust the photos on the walls
Your whispers echo round but they never make a sound

l'pire seulement je l'savais pas
J'vois ton r'gard dans des mots, dans les photos j'entends ta voix
L'écho d'ton souffle sur ma peau résonne jusque dans

feel
Oh oh oh
But it's not real

All lies
Reality conflicts with your truth
Mirrors
An echo chamber in your photo booth
Faith
Irrational belief makes it

passion guide your story
Your story
I gotta say
It's getting harder every day
Watching the hair grow
From the photos
It's an echo
Of a place that I cannot

that I pretend to be
I just harbor your echo
The photos I wont let go
I just tend to our meadow, and cling to the moribund roots
I just wish that I could

Photo
zoom zoom ba
She wan chop my cucumba
Bad girl olumba
take me to ozumba
She commot cloth çhop cucumba
Scatter jigida fuckumba 
Suckumba 
Mr Barnabas

Strange, he shadows me back home
Footsteps echo on the stones
Rainy nights, on Hausmann Boulevard
Parisian music drifting from the bars

Tu cherches

I've Seen That Face Before (Libertango)

Stéphane Pompougnac

Hotel Costes: The Collectors Box

1999

Strange, he shadows me back home
Footsteps echo on the stones
Rainy nights, on Hausmann Boulevard
Parisian music drifting from the bars

Tu cherches

l'coeur est polaire
Dompter la haine et la colère
Des photos dans l'casier
Des échos du passé
J'me casserai pas d'ici avant d'avoir laissé une trace
Sur un

Capitol City

Wilco

Being There [Deluxe Edition] [4 LP]

1996

Capitol city skyline photo
Skyscraper shines the sun so
Low in the sky
Secretaries at the hot dog vendors
Cabs honk at bicycle messengers

fades, I can't hear the spark.
When the echo fades, you're tearing me apart
Late night texts are cold
I'm left here all alone
Photos flash but they seem

to some epiphany
I'll convince myself when it turns to twelve
The photos keep the sentiment

Gather to one corner of the woods
Echo chambers inside

in the living word heard like His echo
Reflect like His photo my body is God's temple
Spittin' in His image with more power than a pistol
So give me

It’s too late to hear
The echos of you
Tears
So hard to deal with
This undefining love
We got a life of af-
Fections
So many confessions
Let’s move

across my photo
Falling on the photo of me next to the bed
Black and white like shadows, distant like an echo
Sound of bows and arrows ringing still in my

Memories of childhood so fleeting
Parents' laughter still repeating
Their love a guiding light
Lost too soon in the night
Their voices a distant echo

Photo
intro
dis ah de real hot sauce
For de gyal get wild and broke out
Fi mek your back dem arch
Stretch hold de burglar bars
Me in your back real

And you're warm at your core.
I'm learning what it takes
To soften myself more

I'm not inspiring
Lying on the floor
I want to be a photo
on your vision board

Toothbrush/Trash

Mount Eerie

A Crow Looked at Me

2017

squeaking chair
The quite untreasured
In between times
The actual experience of you here
I can feel these memories escaping
Colonized by photos narrowed