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I made an appointment with you
I had chosen the place
I know, it's a bit crazy
It's like that
I tell myself that this place
Made just for that
This place is far from everything
Away from it all
I'm at the foot of the cannon
Of the nation
I just ordered myself
A lemon tea
I settled in well
In front of the entrance
I have the look and the knees
In a big blur
The two barbarian columns
Like chimneys
Cage the weird gray sky
Silver
Two three surviving trees
To the toothpick sellers
Still trembling in astonishment
To exist
I'm at the foot of the cannon
Of the nation
Standing in front of my seventh
Lemon tea
I see without looking
The old boy
Who starts to worry
For the addition
The slightly soft pinball machine
Don't respond at all
He had to fight his war
In Nanterre
Unhappy good children
Walk alone in pairs
While dreaming of war
Of the war
I'm at the foot of the cannon
Of the nation
I can't even count anymore
My lemon teas
But you just came to me
And right in the face
I can't see the barrel anymore
Nor the Nation
I'm at the foot of the cannon
Of the nation
I can't even count anymore
My lemon teas
But you just came to me
And right in the face
I can't see the barrel anymore
Nor the Nation
I'm at the foot of the cannon
Of the nation
I can't even count anymore
My lemon teas
But you just came to me
And right in the face
I can't see the barrel anymore
Nor the Nation
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