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It's not a matter of time
Forgetting you for me
When so many feelings
They left after you
(…)
You were my muse, baby
What a shame, brunette
With you, lust belongs to the capital sinner
(…)
You were sex in my sorrows
What a shame, brunette
You are poison and sand
You are poison and sand
Too bad
It could have been a matter of space
What you don't know how to pretend
It could also be that it was outside
Your way of life
(…)
You were my muse, baby
What a shame, brunette
With you, lust belongs to the capital sinner
(…)
You were sex in my sorrows
What a shame, brunette
You are poison and sand
You are poison and sand
Too bad
It's a shame you took your music elsewhere
What a shame the silence is, what a shame to forget you
What a shame to have doubts when you no longer have them.
What a shame the chessboard is without its queen, and how it hurts.
What a shame, brunette
It's a shame to know that no matter how much it rains
You are poison and sand
You are poison and sand
You are poison and sand
You are poison and sand
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