Paroles de The Situationist
a simple case of timing,one thin thred,
a thimbleful of lies.
a lie along the way
could make your wave,
then we'd all say your name.
fly your flag away
and see who waves,
they might just say your name.
i loved the time when
a little clumsy rhyming
could fit the crown on your head.
head down arms straight out,
left without having completely sussed it out.
head to the sun i'ved left to run
and see who waves,
they might just say your name.
i loved the time when
a little clumsy rhyming
could fit the crown on your head.
head down arms straight out,
left without having completely sussed it out.
head to the sun i'ved left to run
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