Lyrics

Lonesome, I'm carried by a broken bloom. Helpless, I'm drifting to the nearest fumes, and I hope I'll get there soon. Belgium has sang out a similar tune. Won't you just rid me of these solitudes. Arrête de faire ton clown.
Writer(s): Mathieu Holubowski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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