Mal la gueule
Nuit, Alcool, dépendances, je traîne mes abus par outrance
Ici vraiment tout est noir et je m'éloigne de la sortie du placard
Le poids sur mes épaules, le boulet à mes pieds
La tête sous l'eau, mon bide en feu
En espérant qu'un jour on aille mieux
Ici vraiment tout est noir et je m'éloigne de la sortie du placard
Le poids sur mes épaules, le boulet à mes pieds
La tête sous l'eau, mon bide en feu
En espérant qu'un jour on aille mieux
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Writer(s): Emilien Zwiller
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