Et si tu n’existais pasDis-moi pourquoi j’existerais?Pour traîner dans un monde sans toiSans espoir et sans regretsEt si tu n’existais pasJ’essaierais d’inventer l’amourComme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigtsNaître les couleurs du jourEt qui n’en revient pasEt si tu n’existais pasDis-moi pour qui j’existerais?Des passantes endormies dans mes brasQue je n’aimerai jamaisEt si tu […]
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Rythme 25 & 26: Acoustique Side Stick 2, 110 BPM I don’t drink coffee, I take tea, my dearI like my toast done on one sideAnd you can hear it in my accent when I talkI’m an Englishman in New YorkSee me walking down Fifth AvenueA walking cane here at my sideI take it everywhere
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Rythme: World Latin 2, 130 BPM RoxanneYou don’t have to put on the red lightThose days are overYou don’t have to sell your body to the nightRoxanneYou don’t have to wear that dress tonightWalk the streets for moneyYou don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s rightRoxanneYou don’t have to put on the red lightRoxanneYou
She was more like a beauty queen from a movie sceneI said don’t mind, but what do you mean, I am the oneWho will dance on the floor in the round?She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the roundShe told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused
Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ oldSometimes I’d like to quitNothin’ ever seems to fitHangin’ aroundNothin’ to do but frownRainy days and Mondays always get me downWhat I’ve got they used to call the bluesNothin’ is really wrongFeelin’ like I don’t belongWalkin’ aroundSome kind of lonely clownRainy days and Mondays always get me downFunny, but it
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Picture yourself in a boat on a riverWith tangerine trees and marmalade skiesSomebody calls you, you answer quite slowlyA girl with kaleidoscope eyesCellophane flowers of yellow and greenTowering over your headLook for the girl with the sun in her eyesAnd she’s goneLucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky
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I used to bite my tongue and hold my breathScared to rock the boat and make a messSo I sat quietly, agreed politelyI guess that I forgot I had a choiceI let you push me past the breaking pointI stood for nothing, so I fell for everythingYou held me down, but I got up (hey)Already
Le matin, quand je me réveille,J’ai du mal à quitter MorphéePour aller justifier la payeQue mon patron peut s’octroyerCà n’est pas vraiment que je tienneA continuer de l’engraisserMais aussi petite soit la mienne (de paye)J’en ai besoin pour boufferJe fais des trous dans ma ceintureUn par jour pour mieux gérerLe minimum que cette enflureSe croit
