Paroles de Old
The smell of museumThe rocking chair
Dead skin
The silver hair
I'm old
I'm dying
Hell can wait
I'm always late
Drenched in coffee
The tongue of sin
Yellow teeth
Hands shivering
Grey woollen cardigan
A black pipe
A crawling spider
It's night
Hell can wait
I'm always late
Drenched in coffee
The tongue of sin
Yellow teeth
Hands shivering
Grey woollen cardigan
A black pipe
A crawling spider
It's night
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