| He’s unmissable thanks to his particular pace
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| Soft and liquidy, dragging feet under dormant face
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| That’s an illusion, his youth is distilling around
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| As you thought you led, your thighs are sunk deep in the ground
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| He’s always on my side, but never on me
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| Though always together, there’s nothing to see
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| To love him is to scare a mist
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| Make a fauna flee
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| Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)
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| What is happening to me?
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| Goya Soda (Soda l’imbécile)
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| Thought there was not much to see
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| Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)
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| As he eats my heart out, I’m on my knees
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| The Spanish master’s painting makes him brutally laugh
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| Here’s some bubbling flesh in some tormented older mouth
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| The more I look at the art and its vile mockery
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| The more it feels like I am insanely greedy
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| He’s always on my side, but never on me
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| Though always together, there’s nothing to see
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| To love him is to scare a mist
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| Make a fauna flee
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| Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)
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| What is happening to me?
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| Goya Soda (Soda l’imbécile)
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| Thought there was not much to see
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| Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)
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| As he eats my heart out, I’m on my knees
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| Jamais à moi
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| Jamais à moi, il ne sera jamais à moi
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| Trop jeune, trop rapide, trop capricieux pour moi
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| Coup de pinceau les chairs sont dévorées à vif pour toi
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| When I was sixteen, everything was just like in this Goya
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| Who came there to see, who is seen, and qui mange quoi?
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| Did you forget me already for the taste of whom donc cette fois?
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| Why are swallowing, spitting and holding close always just so raw
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| I’m not sure you do, but I want to buy cash your soda
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| Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)
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| What is happening to me?
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| Goya Soda (Soda l’imbécile)
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| Thought there was not much to see
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| Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)
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| Nose deep in his cola, this kid’s from chaos |