« & Tu Marches. & Parfois Tu Souris. Mais Souvent, Tu Pleures. & Tu Viens Ici.
Ici, Endroit Vide&Froid. »
« &&' Everybody Wants To Be Special Here »
& Si J'étais Née En 17 à Leidenstadt
Bercé d'humiliation, de haine et d'ignorance
Aurais-Je Eu La Force Envers & Contre Les Miens
De Trahir : Tendre Une Main
Rien Ne Sera Comme Avant
On Saura Jamais C'Qu'On A Vraiment Dans Nos Ventres
Caché Derrière Nos Apparences
L'Âme D'Un Brave Ou D'Un Complice Ou D'Un Bourreau ?
Ou Le Pire Ou Le Plus Beau ?
Serions-Nous De Ceux Qui Résistent Ou Bien Les Moutons D'Un Troupeau
S'Il Fallait Plus Que Des Mots ?
& Qu'On Nous Epargne A Toi & Moi Si Possible Très Longtemps
D'Avoir A Choisir Un Camp.
« I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
& I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
[Refrain]
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes & look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, & now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
[Refrain]
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah.
[Refrain]
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh »
« Je Vais Mourir
Ils Brillent »
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