Florent Dorin - How to Live With It | Текст песни

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How to live with it
I say the memory of you
I feel the floor under my feet
Tearing apart and I go through

Cause the time's been going so so fast
And my head remains down there in the past
I would cut myself my head off
To forget you
To forget you

Cause I know there's something wrong
And I know it been too long
I use to play that stupid song
But my heart there belong
And I still love you

How to live with it
I say the memory of you
I see the dark of an endless pit
Aging all things that could be new

Your shadow is still waving next to mine
And never fades away cause there's no more sunshine
I would rip myself my mind out
To forget you
To forget you

Cause at each one of my foot step
There's a thing I have to expect
And this thing is not that great
It has shape of regret
And I still love you

How to live with it
I say the memory of you
When I'm walking down the street
You walk to another rendez vous

Like some water you just flowed from my hands
Under the heavy rain there I stand
I would burn myself my mouth up
To forget you
To forget you

Cause when the sky is getting clear
Out of the distance then they'll appear
The loaded clouds I fear
They'll unload your souvenir
How to forget you
How to live with it
I say the memory of you
With silent cries I do admit
That I should have never left you

Cause since your gone I fell so alone
I'm the solitude's king with a broken throne
I would sell my soul to the devil
To forget you
To forget you

Cause it's even easier for me
To erase you of my memory
Than trying to be happy
I've tried it already
I've tried it uselessly
Cause you're a part of me

But I know soon my time will come
I will find at night a fresh new woman

I will bring her down to the pit's bottom
And show her how I perform

A good rape in the hole of her bottom
A good love story I have to recon

Concerning to me it's quite seldom
Some say I m a dumb but there's no problem

If I can forget my very last rectum
I will write a poem on my good old Belgium

The country where you can easily have some fun
You can even take time to put a condom

Just because they focus on a single stupid problem
Here they say you are not welcome

To their own brothers let's talk 'bout wisdom
This place is handsome come here and get fun!

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