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Experiment With Tears

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Knives and toys, knives and tears
criminal in spite of yourself...

Misfortunes never come singly and
you had some little fads...

You always wanted them to be naked,
too lovely and too pure,

you couldn't resist ripping them up,
couldn't resist ripping them up.

But this little black-tongued girl
you followed to do your dirty work,

led you on tortuous lanes to the
depths of Hell...

Knives and toys,
knives and tears

criminal in spite of yourself...


Autor(es): Die Form / Phillipe Fichot