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If I was crying
In the van, with my friend
It was for freedom
From myself and from the land
I made a lot of mistakes
Wish I could do that.
Wish I knew what to do.
Wish I was great at basketball.
Wish I didn't even wonder.
Wish I slept better.
You killed me.
I hate you.
We're nothing.
Not, a, thing.
GLOBAL!
So fucking what.
Nothing at all, after all.
Nothing but wasting time.
Ano-fucking-nymous.
Les couleurs.
Les lumières.
Les ralentis.
Les plans.
Les vêtements.
Les cigarettes.
Le film.
Le mec.
Child.
Genius.
Fucking stuck again!
Thought it was gone for a while.
Hello trouble, come on in.
POWER, waves coming out from me.
Fucking POWER.
Fuck that, fuck me!
OUT!
Out is needed.
Can't wait for june.
Can't wait for april.
Can't wait for mess.
Can't wait for being blond.
Blow, their, mind.
It feels like heaven.
It feels like hell.
Laughing out loud.
Black clouds.
Things, not people.
Emotion lift, mais simultané.
Stuck, sitting there, can't move.
Yet still moving.
That must be what matters.
Ta-len-ted.
Missing something.
Something, is, missing.
Ta-lent.
This is how you rise.
And, shine.
We're so all the fucking same.
Feel me.
Or let me feel you.
Fact, not fucking fiction.
Things to tell.
Interest, passion.
Above.
La cime.
I'll get there, didn't think I would.
La cime.
"Donne toi les moyens"..
