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• Artiste: Cemetery Of Scream
• Titre: Absinthe
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In the vapours of opium In a smoky Paris salon Like a black and white photo It's a kind of deja vu Dancing girls Their faces veiled Naked bellies Empty stares Hissing snakes around their necks You are there but you don't care Absinthe in your mind and body Wormwood taste inside your mouth See that masquerade of shadows Hear the voices in your head And you're writing drunken poems And you're kissing your sweet muse Candles burning on the tables And the night belongs to you You you you you... Every day is forgotten When you dive into the madness And her snake is your totem It's a kind of deja vu Drinking more Smoking more Fame and glory at your door Break the seal Get unreal You are there but you don't care Absinthe in your mind and body Wormwood taste inside your mouth See that masquerade of shadows Hear the voices in your head And you're writing drunken poems And you're kissing your sweet muse Candles burning on the tables And the night belongs to you You you you you... Early dawn you are half awake Heavy eyes and a dizzy head What's a dream, what is real life? You're just waiting for another night