| Sometimes, i’m riding high
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| I’m the rusted sky
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| Sometines, i sit right here
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| Miles off from anywhere
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| Some days, i’m a black sheep baby
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| Suddenly, i’m elegant as evening
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| But most the time, i’m on the line
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| I remenber waiting by the phone
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| Pining away the nights alone
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| A tarnished coin into the slot
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| My number lost in your coat pocket
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| Some days, i’m a black sheep baby
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| Suddenly, i’m elegant as evening
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| But most the time, i’m on the line
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| 0- A black sheep, black sheet, dark as thunder
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| 0- Evening, evening is darker still
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| I am on the line, and the line is rusted blue
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| Rusted blue
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| Some days, i’m a black sheep baby
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| Suddenly, i’m elegant as evening
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| But most the time, i’m on the line
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| (Merci à sylvain pour cettes paroles) |