WHAT HAPPENED TO KEEPING SECRETS ?

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You don't have to cheat on wives , love can be a bathroom sink
Sick and tired of ropes and tethering
we may be connected but the wires have been detaching
Now you're a robot to your own memories
See , dream repeat every calculation and scheme
Who would mistake an albatross for a deer
And shotgun for an arrow , a heart for a meal ?
You familiarize with the ticking of my clock
In walls painted brown as our love built for a banister when we walk
Time gains space when your finger trace me where my belly aches
Sometimes I feel like I forced a love so calamitous
Coming like a rubber hand on my face .
Healing is demanded for a child of divorce that I no longer need to assess
In disbelief , harmless when you're blindfolded in Paris
Where the lights are shinning shimmering
And when I'm dead , I'm a corpse , I'm a mannequin .
I am in horns when the ground feels your knees beneath me
I want children to have and I want to marry .
In my disillusionment , I cut my hair short to the skull just to burry
My art of attaching and worries  .
Thanks for pulling the strings of my mind , chérie
Pizzato when I kiss you and my lungs flanger heavily


EPILOGUE
Quand tu m'enserres de tes lèvres
Rouge et vermillon
Le visage , le cou égorgé de sueur
Ma gueule de blattes et d'arrogance
Mords ou mort ,
Comment vis tu ? Tu n'est pas faite d'une femme honnête
Mais de langues de fourchettes
Quand nous baisons, d'une longueur discontinue et mesurée
Mon coeur bât mon corps roulait
Et ma langue ici peut l'attester
Bleu et citron l'ardeur de mes baissiers
Bien léché mais lui le diable et toi sa maîtresse
Rouge et vermillon et je laisse tout passer
D'une paupière ouverte et une âme mi-affligée
Puis, quand on s'approche de la miel
Tingle me , let the silver gates open .

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