L'un pres de l'autre, ils etaient la, Tous deux assis, comme endormis Au bord de la banquette en bois Dans la salle d'attente. A travers la vitre, on
En la sala de espera De un tetrico hospital Dos hombres aguardaban Con ganas de llorar Uno le dijo al otro Le voy a platicar Mi triste y cual historia
In fact it was close to a real fallout Everything's under control The speaker said with a serious smile Behind his mask He knew the truth I'll bring new
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J'attends Noel Les chandelles Le p'tit Jesus qui ne vient pas, J'attends la cloche D'un' pension moche Maman qui me delivrera, J'attends dimanche, Sa
The emptiness we crave The emptiness that gives us strength Is not without its benefit Fueling our intense dreams Wait... waiting room The emptiness
There you see her Sitting there across the way She don't got a lot to say But there's something about her And you don't know why But you're dying to try
I am a patient boy I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait My time is water down a drain Everybody's moving Everybody's moving Everything is moving, Moving, moving
A simple reflection of the lips In exchange for me on the asphalt I caught the eyes of miss perfection and lost control I tried so hard to watch it
Indoor fireworks amuse your kitchen staff Dusting plastic garlic plants They snigger in the draught When you ride throw the parlour Wearing nothing but
Waiting in line, passing the time reading four month old magazines. The pale walls given life by the florescent lights, exposing stains in the carpeting
You've got nothing to lose, and you've got nothing to prove. You've got nothing. So what do you say? There's no pain in trusting me. Don't wait, are we
I'm gonna love you for a hundred years Through suffering and celebration, dear 'Cause only you can make my lies come true You can make lies real And you
i will run when i cannot walk i will sing when there is no song i will pray when there is no prayer i will listen when i cannot hear sitting in the waiting
The girl with red eyes In her orange dress Arms crosswise Dances like a dervish Her skirt's going up and down Rabbits are jumping from her dress Leaping
Girl in front of me What have you done to me? I should be learning geography, But instead, its you That I am studying. Mapping out parts of your body.
I lose my hold as all the pieces start to unfold, And now I see where this started to get away from me. Around my neck, pressure holds it's grip so tightly
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