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La poésie fout l'camp, Villon !

de Napoleon Da Legend

The sand slipping through his hands
One broken shell of a man we once knew
His wrong choice clouded our futures
Forgive him father
He did what he thought was right

The thoughts of a man in a world that he thought
Was his own, answers to no one
Lives by his own rules
Just look at the mess you got yourself in too

There is nothing left to choose from
There’s no hope in hell
We’re staring at a loss
We’re living on borrowed time
I will not bow, I will not give in

Call yourself one of us
You are the last friend I can trust
Looking back on the things that you’ve done
You didn’t care
You never truly loved
And now oceans between us
You’ll float away on a pitiless course for one
And when the clock stops
And you need our help
In the time you have left, you can only blame yourself

Going somewhere
You look like you’ve seen a ghost
The truth hurts
When the lies aren’t true

There is nothing left to choose from
There’s no hope in hell
We’re staring at a loss
We’re living on borrowed time
I will not bow, I will not give in

Don’t ever come back
Don’t ever come back

You are not so well connected
If the buck don’t stop
We can never climb this fence

You are not so well connected
If the buck don’t stop
We can never climb this fence

I forgive, I shall never forget
Childhood memory’s lost
I can only ever, look back

Ever look back
I can only look back
I can only look back
I know the ones I need

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