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• Titre : Le Bien Qui Fait Mal
• Album : Mozart L'opera Rock
• Année : 2009

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• Titre : Fire Of Unknown Origin
• Album : Supernatural
• Année : 2009

One way or another, I'm gonna find ya.
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha.
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya.
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha.
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya.
I'm gonna meetcha, meetcha, meetcha, meetcha.
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meetcha.
I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha.
I will drive past your house, and if the lights are all down I'll see who's
around.
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya.
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha.
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya.
I'll getcha, I'll getcha.
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya.
I'm gonna meetcha, meetcha, meetcha, meetcha.
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meetcha.
I'll meetcha, ah.
And if the lights are all out, I'll follow your bus downtown, see who's hangin'
out.
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya.
I'm gonna give you the slip.
A slip of the lip, or another, I'm gonna lose ya.
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya.
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya.
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya.
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya.
I'm gonna give you the slip.
I'll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall, where I can see it all, find
out who ya call.
Lead you to the supermarket, check out some specials and rat food.
Get lost in the crowd.
One way or another, I'm gonna getcha.
I'll getcha.
I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha.

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• Titre : Flightless Bird, American Mouth
• Album : Iron & Wine
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight blind eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And 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 bill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide/white fence cracks
Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, brown hair bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big bill, stuck going down