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• Artiste: Mars Volta (The)
• Titre: Dyslexicon
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Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Nature red in tooth and claw I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry I always seem to hear it in your laughter The second that I fell in love with the handle of your revolver I always seem to hear it in your laughter I begged to you a second chance a dried white rose from Bethlehem I always seem to hear it in your laughter Am I the valency that you deny? In the time of the sixth sun we are cattle to the prod and I burn this dictionary because its my dyslexicon When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear cackling in chloroform this spectre will ensnare I always seem to hear it in your laughter A braided strand from children's manes acquired with impunity I always seem to hear it in your laughter The things you say to me are deaf in tongue I always seem to hear it in your laughter Am I the valency that you deny? In the time of the sixth sun we are cattle to the prod and I burn this dictionary because its my dyslexicon You've never tasted heaven stood the mother filled with grief in the wake of monday mourning finds the seventh day If fate is your endearment through pistil and through stem in the wake of monday mourning finds the seventh day And on the seventh day you will come to find my prism is not colorblind in death's mosaic spirit finds the seventh day That's why I repent that's why I go under that's why I repent for the night In the time of the sixth sun we are cattle to the prod and I burn this dictionary because its my dyslexicon