Aug 26, 2004 14:59
Wish me luck guys I'm getting my learner's tomorrow.
C'est le malaise du moment
L'épidémie qui s'étend
La fête est finie on descend
Les pensées qui glaces la raison
Paupières baissées, visage gris
Surgissent les fantômes de notre lit
On ouvre le loquet de la grille
Du taudit qu'on appelle maison
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thoughts that freeze the reason Eyelids lowered, gray face Arise the ghosts of our bed One opens the loquet of
the gate Of The taudit that one calls house
theres the gist of it...patrick speaks french fluently ;-) betcha didnt kno that
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