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I saw the white
I saw the green
I saw the tainted black, stains of ink and wax
Black bird in a green hand held
Held inside my head
And inside my head
A vast astronomy of birds
Look at the wall, the paint is already starting to come off
It was all for nothing I guess
Which side are you on
Which side are you on, yeah
Which side

I follow under the wheel of the moon with a circle sand and bad dreams
See everything piles up no, and everything is exactly what it seems
I feel tempted to call friend
And say: hey that's no it all
You see I comprehend everything now
And this experiment has blown up in my face like a snowball

Now which side are you on
Which, which side
Are you, are you on

Once again I crossed a narrow field
I came to the road, but the path was gone, not there
I span around, I caught the sun, I saw her lips, but they had turned blue
Now it's just a stain, no meaner thing, it's just a stain
It's just blood
Now, I should have lied, I should have lied
I could have lied
Which, which side, are you on
Which, which side, are you on

We come back the home will never be the same again, oh what


Writer/s: Bérurier Noir