We always pretended that everything was fine
We always put off until tomorrow what we should have done tomorrow
The next day we decide to put it off until the day after tomorrow
Except that when we wake up there's someone to tell us to get out of the way
We're starting to understand what's going on inside
Some people are still looking but I'm 'feel
It tastes like nothing, it doesn't smell strong, it wakes me up when I sleep
It's like a dream that belongs to me while I wait for death
We fit well into your classics, your beautiful borrowed ideas
Your only refrain is already clear, dead, empty and buried
We make your desires dream of flee, your freedom damned
By shouting loudly, it will keep you awake
It will probably be different for the neighbor
If it does It can help you build tomorrow's day
There won't always be someone to dirty your floor
But there will always be someone to tell you what to do
We try to keep our feet glued to the floor
It's torture like a bandage on two wounds
We fit in your classics, your beautiful borrowed ideas
Your only refrain is already clear, dead, empty and buried
We make you dream of your desire to flee, your damned freedom
By shouting loudly, that will allow you to stay awake

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