There's not a lot to say about us
There's nothing we can hide you
'Cause we're just some stupid kids
Sitting in the train station behind the piano
We don't have a lot to do
There are only things which will bore you
In the morning at noon in the day
There's just this place where I stay
I stay here day after days
Listening to the piano anyway
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Going Nowhere
AléatoireMes pensées se perdent au milieu des étoiles, Je marche dans la nuit sans destination précise, Je suis perdue et c'est pas plus mal... I'm going nowhere...
