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• Artiste: Fiction Plane
• Titre: Zero
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You're not alone You got a million people sharing your bed Let's call it home You've got the earth's crust over your head We've got you building satelites To protect you from the lights The lights we haven't shown you We all deserve the sun But there's nothing to be done The future has outgrown you What could be wrong with them? We've given them everything Send someone to humour them What could be wrong? Zero, zero A mile and a half underground Zero, zero The lovers here do not make a sound It's just a hole And nobody here remembers the sun We want a soul We want to feel like our lives have begun But down here in the dirt There is gravity and work And cavities of coldness No concept of the time No tasting of the wine Just the ringing of our oldness What could be wrong with them? It's time to escape, my friend The chance may not come again What could be wrong? Zero, zero A mile and a half underground Zero, zero The lovers here do not make a sound Zero, zero A mile and a half underground Zero, zero The lovers here do not make a sound *solo* Zero, zero A mile and a half underground Zero, zero The lovers here do not make a sound Zero, zero A mile and a half underground Zero, zero The lovers here do not make a sound End