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• Artiste: Headache
• Titre: Most Undo Tomorrow
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Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I am in the wrong place This is the cherished format, this is the true and original copy First, you scream, then you grunt, then grab the sexy thing and tell them: "Hey, cut that out" We don't need to know much to know that An obvious lie, over a totally blue sea And a green sunset Seabirds, gliding high and dry The heart going jingle jangle We have nothing else to do Peel away, and start the scene A busy world A crowded mirror Everything else in its right placе A laugh that sounds plausibly like tears This is not a question of tastе, but love We bite down on the magic, find out it's actually our tongues, and work on that for a change We might be mad, what a mess we made and laid down in, what a happy coincidence, what a life How about that? How about the sudden change in circumstances? How about palm trees and wet sand, sensational, real, ready, planning I don't want to die, I want to live I want a lot of things I want to sit here with you alone And wait for the world to end I want you to need me so much the world ends I want to leave a mark I just need you to be nicer to me I'd like you to be nicer to me I'd like you to dream about me At least as much as I dream about you I finally feel free I have everything I need Olives, extra-large condoms, cheese I don't eat butterflies, so I don't get butterflies But an elephant did try to eat me once I don't blame her, really I was wearing yellow, and I smelled like a banana You know, on cloudy days, I sometimes wish she had succeeded I sometimes wish she had succeeded Which reminds me by the way, of how, when I was younger, I used to say that green was an unnatural colour What was I thinking? Green is the color of nuclear waste These are not cigarettes we smoke These are not smokes They are a brief [?] for our brief lives An antidote to our tied souls The ashes of childhood dreams I was eccentric, but I am now dead Sure, I've had hard days and hardships Endured journeys and endless jargon I've worn rings Went from good to greed But I abide the bitter shit And [?] the hold of winter I dare the world to delight in me Loudness is my laughter And there's always the beauty of blueberries, you know There's always fields and shit Fairness, disease, age, good moods The days can be unendurable, but the world holds I've lost friends, and watched their troubled tombs I've at the sweet, and felt the sorry I will wait for you, and I will smile again But the world holds And while my face is pale, it faces the sun