Originally Posted by anaemona:
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Parfois j'aimerais mourir tellement il y a plus d'espoir
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A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden