Il y des jours ou l'on voit même la pluit tombait!
Je les retrouvé sous ses emprises colèriques et dévasteurs et dans cette confusions, je crains elle n'as plus une liste.
A part les albums de Golfrapp et Lazarus de Placebo, son être ne supporte plus aucun sons.
Je ne sais si elle a sa coupable attitude pour se défendre. Mais je sais qu'elle ni cet état volcanique, ni cet état meurtrier. Elle n'est donc point celle qui fraudrait délaissée pour X raisons (aussi valables qu'elle soit!)
It's horrid to see you again
Now that you're back from the dead
It's horrid to see you again
So bored of being you
It's horrid to see you again
Now that you're back from the dead
It's horrid to see you again
So bored of being...
Alive, alive, alive
It's horrid to see you again
Acting like you're on some kind of cross
It's horrid to see you again
An emotional retard
It's horrid to see you again
Unaware that all may not be lost
It's horrid to see you again
So bored of being...
Alive, alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alive
It's horrid to see you again
Walking around with that egg on your face
It's horrid to see you again
So full of apathy
It's horrid to see you again
Caught in a trap that you cannot escape
It's horrid to see you again
So bored of being...
Alive, alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alive