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Chant des ouvriers
03:43
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Nous dont la lampe le matin,
Au clairon du coq se rallume,
Nous tous qu’un salaire incertain
Ramène avant l’aube à l’enclume
Nous qui des bras, des pieds, des mains,
De tout le corps luttons sans cesse,
Sans abriter nos lendemains
Contre le froid de la vieillesse.
Refrain
Aimons-nous et quand nous pouvons
Nous unir pour boire à la ronde,
Que le canon se taise ou gronde,
Buvons, buvons, buvons!
À l’indépendance du monde!
Quels fruits tirons-nous des labeurs
Qui courbent nos maigres échines?
Où vont les flots de nos sueurs?
Nous ne sommes que des machines.
Nos Babels montent jusqu’au ciel,
La terre nous doit ses merveilles
Dés qu’elles ont fini le miel,
Le maître chasse les abeilles.
À chaque fois que par torrents
Notre sang coule sur le monde,
C’est toujours pour quelques tyrans
Que cette rosée est féconde;
Ménageons-le dorénavant
L’amour est plus fort que la haine;
En attendant qu’un meilleur vent
Souffle du ciel ou sur la terre.
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Why ?
04:28
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Why can’t be underneath our expectations
How can we be underdogs
And why can’t we be saving time by
Underestimating things we don’t understand
Why never can we be ourselves
Why can’t we make it ours
Why can’t we be over-bored
By pointless years of actors overreacting
and I can’t overtake the only one that keeps me hidden
we ain’t over yet
Chorus
Why can’t we all be humans for once
Why can’t this hole be filled with our fall
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Happy
03:38
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Dreaming all alone
Crying out for what i’ve been
Feeling black and blue
Can all of this be true
Tearing everything down
There’s a longing to come home
I’ve been dreaming all along
Dreaming all for what I was what I am
Dreaming all along
To be happy
Crying out for more
Gotta fill this hole I’m in
Nothing comes my way
Nothing stays the same
Cease your moaning seize your life
Spin the wheel once again
I am no Liberace
Can’t help it son I’m feeling sore now
Cos I know
Forget the Liberace
Climb down asking for forgiveness
Cos I know
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4. |
Stop Me
02:56
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woke up this morning and what did i see
an honest man speaking violently
woke up this morning and what did i find
an honest man that was out of time
he's got no illusions
he's running out of time
building his own dreams
he's got no illusions
he's running out of time
losing self respect
So Stop me, stop me stop me from going up
stop me from taking the world of for what it is, a state of peaceful shit
woke up this morning and what did i see
a broken man crying honestly
woke up this morning and what did i find
the world running close to it's brim
cos i've got no illusions
i'm running out of time
losing my poor dreams
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I'm sick
02:26
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It’s half past six and we’re already on the game
I feel so proud now when I should be ashamed
Funny being here when I could be somewhere else
I’m sick and I’m drowning away
I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m drowning * 3
I’m sick and I’m drowning away
Oh oh drowning*3
Funny being here when I could be somewhere else
I’m sick and I’m drowning away
I hear the soundchecks from where I lay on the ground
I heard that tune now I recognize the sound
Sure I’m more creative throwing up on my perspectives
These ghosts are my audience tonight
I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m drowning * 3
I’m sick and I’m drowning away
Oh oh drowning*3
Too bad I had to sway when I heard the summer songs
I’m sick and I’m drowning away
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