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J'aime
J'aime regarder les filles qui marchent sur la plage
Sur leur peau le soleil caresse bien trop sage
Le vent qui les décoiffe un goût de sel sur mes lèvres

J'aime
J'aime regarder les filles qui marchent sur la plage
Les hanches qui balancent et les sourires fugaces
Je regarde les vagues qui jouent avec leur corps
J'aime

J'aime regarder les filles qui marchent sur la plage
Leurs poitrines gonflées par le désir de vivre
J'aime
Leurs yeux qui se détournent quand tu les regardes

J'aime
J'aime regarder les filles qui marchent sur la plage
Le soleil sur leur peau qui joue à cache-cache
Et des ambres solaires le parfum volage
J'aime

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J'aime regarder les filles
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Les filles

J'aime regarder les filles
Le soleil sur leur peau
Les hanches qui balancent
La poitrine gonflée
J'aime regarder les filles

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J'aime regarder les filles qui marchent sur la plage
Quand elles se déhabillent et font semblant d'être sages
Leurs yeux qui se demandent mais quel est ce garçon

J'aime

J'aime regarder les filles qui marchent sur la plage
Leur ventre qui se colle sur le sable chaud
Le vent qui les décoiffe et les sourires fugaces
J'aime regarder les filles qui marchent sur la plage
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J'aime regarder les filles - Patrick Coutin

Ne les laissez jamais vous briser

Open up this vein like an old cold razor blade
Survival isn't pretty; it's flesh hanging off of fangs
Hard not to bite the hand when it's all that's left to eat
Strip the meat off every finger that's ever gotten close to me

Try to sniff some air before the plane crashes back down
There'll be hell to pay, the rates are low, hurry right now
You can always just shoot
Yourself in the face

Without problems you never learn your lessons
Somеtimes the struggle could bring answеrs to your questions
It's a long
Cold road
Never let 'em break you

Rabbit foot on a keychain, fifth against my lips, red and blue lights dance in the rearview with the day's last cigarette, been a thousand agonizing hours since I felt the weight of a full breath, heavily self-medicated to forget we even met, it's a couple hundred miles to the pits of Cincinnati, Ohio, wanna die in a cheap suit scared of heights, friving with my eyes closed, Baby, this is Babylon, tag long, Maybe we can sing some sad songs, And pretend there's nothing wrong, pretty clear we don't belong, Been defeated since I was teething, But I walked away from the beatings, Many days were spent paper chasing or wasting away, our breathing to calm the demons, found all I ever need, for some reason I'll keep on seeking, never satisfied with anything in life, so, it's fight or flight until the day I die

Try to sniff some air before the plane crashes back down
(I promise you it will crash any second now)
There'll be hell to pay, the rates are low, hurry right now
(And hell is hot but life is cold, I'm going down)
You can always just shoot
Yourself in the face

Without problems you never learn your lessons
Sometimes the struggle could bring answers to your questions
It's a long cold road
Never let 'em break you
Without problems you never learn your lessons
Sometimes the struggle could bring answers to your questions
It's a long cold road
Never let 'em break you
Keep going
Without problems you never learn your lessons
Keep going
Sometimes the struggle could bring answers to your questions
Keep going
It's a long cold road
Never let 'em break you
Never let 'em break you
Never let 'em break you
Never let 'em break you

Def cons - Codefendants

Oh yeah

Like a rock
Like a planet
Like a fucking atom bomb

I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn
I've seen it all along
In books and magazines
Like a twitch before dying
Like a pornographic scene
There's a flower behind the window
There's an ugly laughing man
Like a hummingbird in silence
Like the blood on my door
It's the generator

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Like the blood on my door
Wash me clean and I will run
Until I reach the shore
I've known it all along
Like the bone under my skin
Like actors in a photograph
Like paper in the wind
There's a hammer by the window
There's a knife on the floor
Like turbines in darkness
Like the blood on my door
It's the generator

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Like the blood on my door
Wash me clean and I will run
Until I reach the shore

Generator - Bad Religion