Strange
I've seen that face before
Seen him hanging 'round my door.
Like a hawk stealing for the prey
Like the night waiting for the day.
Strange
he shadows me back home
Footsteps echo on the stone.
Rainy nights and hustling boulevards
Parisian music tripping from the bars.
Tu cherches quoi?
Rencontrer la mort?
Tu te prends pour qui
Toi aussi tu detestes la vie.
Dancing by the restaurants
Home with anyone you want.
Strange
he's standing there below
Staring eyes thrill me to the bone.
Dans sa chambre
Joelle et sa valise.
Elle regarde ses fringues
Sur les murs des photos
Sans regret
sans melo.
La porte est claquee
Joelle est barree.
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