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May 2012
This couch is warm
But this room still so cold
The lies you speak are new
But this story’s oh so old
And now the presence in my heart
Grows weary can’t you tell
That I knew right from the start
You’d drag me straight on to hell, yeah
Know that I know, I know that I know
I can’t wait
Again

And so alone
The streets breathe like smoke
The lies you speak are new
But the story’s oh so old
And now the languid smell of ash
Made me imagine the past
If death could take me back
Forget this bliss I’ve cast, yeah
Know that I know, I know that I know
I can’t wait
Again
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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