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J'étais un petit garçon
trempé et pressé...
t'ai-je trouvé oiseau sans aile
saignant sur le sol
ou t'ai-je perdu ?
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming
L.A. Film Stromboli Flightless mai 2013
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