As some might say,
I’m a screwed up mess,
And that I’m always distant.
But, as I said,
I never listen.
And the thoughts inside my head
Are spiteful, vengeful.
Blame it on the noir,
But I’m just gonna blame
It on the black, black.
As some might say,
I’m a screwed up mess,
And that I’m always distant.
But, as I said,
I never listen.
And the thoughts inside my head
Are spiteful, vengeful.
Blame it on the noir,
But I’m just gonna blame
It on the black, black.
All that glitters...
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Car je suis intimement persuadée qu’il n’y a rien de plus sensé que de se perdre n’importe où, et de courir dans toutes les directions à la fois
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