Paroles de Flatland
People wear the strangest skinsFaces made of plasticine
Living life inside machines
This one naked as a child
Golden-haired and running wild
Playing with his guns a while
Living in a flatland
Drinking in a flatland
Walking in a flatland
Thinking in a flatland
Fightning in a flatland
Dying in a flatland
People do the oddest things
Faces for the family
Faces for the well-to-do
This one cuts off tiny bits
Hides them underneath his bed
They may find them when he's dead
Thinking in a flatland
Fightning in a flatland
Dying in a flatland
Living in a flatland
Drinking in a flatland
Walking in a flatland
Thinking in a flatland
Fightning in a flatland
Dying in a flatland
Living in a flatland
Drinking in a flatland
Walking in a flatland
Thinking in a flatland
Fightning in a flatland
Dying in a flatland
People do the oddest things
Faces for the family
Faces for the well-to-do
This one cuts off tiny bits
Hides them underneath his bed
They may find them when he's dead
Thinking in a flatland
Fightning in a flatland
Dying in a flatland
Living in a flatland
Drinking in a flatland
Walking in a flatland
Thinking in a flatland
Fightning in a flatland
Dying in a flatland
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