- Frank, You really are a wonderful talker. If black could be made into white by talking, you'd be the man for the job. So now I'm crazy because I don't love you. Right? Is that the point?
- No. Wrong. You're not crazy and you do love me. That's the point, April
On the right side, Armand's bed sheets are frozen
Before yesterday, the quarrels set the border
Between the walls of the bedroom and the one on the landing
The concierge gently closes her eyelids
It seems that Armand hardly walks the stairs anymore
Ashes, white smoke and drawing board
He is no one's son-in-law
The Andersons' daughter dreamed of a Swiss-German doctor
Finish the bottom of the bag, watching the intercom, from the couch
He only lives on a few fees
Certainties and questions: being, having, being honest
Seeing yourself being miserly when you lack management
In the evening, worried, the neighbor sees him sit down at the table
Inspects like a spy his every state of mind
Lasagna and Chinese dishes
Barman and artist, storyboarder, harpist
But end of lease at POLYDOR
He walks on his scores
Collects the bill for a lack of interest
1 single jacket hanging in the corridor
Illusion of canopies
Tyranny of the marquises
The hen with the golden eyes
Hurry, flees Harlequin's room
Precipice covered with sapphires
The artifices falsify the decor
Lift the veil on...
The illusion of the canopies
Tyranny of the marquises
The hen with the golden eyes
Precipitate ©e, flees Harlequin's room
Precipice covered in diamonds
Irony of silver prisons
12 carats on the necklace, alone in a pretty palace
Ornate red tiles and Carrara marble table
Little contact, apart from the housekeeper, the driver and the accountant
Two rows of empty trees at the end of the garage
Ex-champion figure skating with the bumblebee
The flouze is petty, his thumbs are spinning all day long
Excess makeup, Vogues and glass of bourbon, powdered nose
Pathetic for a doctor's wife
December, such is taken who thought he was taking
Drowned in his frenzy, Armand abandoned the girls
That he saw flying away, inert, feeling the end hanging in his face
But his descent clung to his challenges, without ever swaying
Ashes, white smoke and drawing board
Selling his sketches while his ex-promote is subject to decline
Vestiges of a destiny, the walls have convinced the bride
That it leads to nothing to bet on an uncertain prestige
Illusion of the canopies, a bad tarot
The absurd painting
Of a mannequin sharing the sheets of a specter
Pearls on the wrist, thinking 'away from the underworld
The poor lady remains on the floor
Illusion of the canopies
Tyranny of the marquises
The hen with the golden eyes
Pre Rushed, flees Harlequin's room
Precipice covered in sapphires
The artifices falsify the decor
Lift the veil on...
The illusion of canopies
Tyranny of the marquises
The hen with the golden eyes
Hurry, flees Harlequin's room
Precipice covered with diamonds
L irony of silver prisons
Don't worry, I can't be bothered! You're not worth the trouble it'd take to hit you. You're not worth the powder it'd take to blow you up. I mean. What the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much? I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance? Because listen to me. Listen to me, I got news for you
I wish to God that you had

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