La recette de l'amour fou

de Corps Météore

Oh, where is the boy with arms too short
To reach the bread across the table?
Where is the lad with hair so blonde?
Kicking the sheets way
He sleeps in your bed

And he vanishes

Where is the boy who lived by rules
Taught by a host of TV cowboys?
Where are the rules
And cowboys now?
Wrapped up packed away
So deep in your head

And it vanishes

Show me the faith that kept me whole
Making me brash and undisguising
Why does it seem the carousel
Slips into town to stay
For only a day

And it vanishes?
Then it gets in your way
And it vanishes

First they showed me little things
That would open my eyes
Then they showed little things
That would open my mouth, wisely
Then they told me hate and fear
Were the perfect disguise
Kept it all under wraps safe and sound
In your own sweet country

Right it kept me whole
Making me brash and undisguising
And why does it seem carousel
Slips into town to stay
For only a day
And in vanishes?

So it gets in your way
And it vanishes
And it vanishes
And it vanishes
Oh, yeah
And it vanishes
So it vanishes
And it vanishes
Oh, so it vanishes
And it vanishes
It vanishes
And it vanishes
And it vanishes
It vanishes
And it vanishes, and it vanishes
And it vanishes, and it vanishes
And it vanishes
And it vanishes
And it vanishes!

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