Leon Faun
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That's Duffy
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Duffy okay, okay
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I blow against the wind, meanwhile
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I wanted to write a little heart, less brain
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How wonderful
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I almost don't turn it on, after all (No, no)
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I have a blade in my chest
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It's spring
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The faun has come out of his cave
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New era
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He lines up and takes his place on the arena
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Then in the evening
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Listen moon, tighten the armor
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On the parchment, he scrutinizes and study his dinner
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Yes you don't see, because you don't believe
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Yes you were not there, but you
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You don't hope, but you
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Don't give in, sit down
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Between planets and dark paths
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In which he has been here for some time
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I hate every text and verse
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A specter back here
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I've been saying for years now «I'll change tomorrow»
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But I never leave
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Oh my gods, I'm on stand-by
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Inside in 6, my wild pen
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But the situation is funny
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I still chase the quaffle
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Yes but I'm into fruit
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Everything is a joke, here everything is nothing
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Who is it that screams?
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I'm reborn, Jack Frost
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Under the name Leon Faun
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I have made a lair for a lord
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But who are they and where?
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I don't know (Oh no), huh
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(I'm reborn, Jack Frost
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Under the name Leon Faun)
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In symbiosis with the world
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Active at sunset |
But all of a sudden it's the same
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Yes you play the rooster, but are you a chicken? |
What chicken
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No, I don't think so
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Don't name, normal
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No bad, I laugh badly
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I'm about to drop, bro'
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From the time I wait
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The perfect moment
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To give this to my travels
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While I think about it
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I almost get lost
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The hair still has to place me
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But what are you talking about? |
What covenants?
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Bah, you're wrong (Which ones?)
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All wise (What?)
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That you exalt
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These humans all the same
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Ugly dads
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They toast around the fire
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They filter what they say
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Almost a bit like Lucignolo
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It was the moon that told me
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That I have never (Never)
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Said «Ok» (Yeah)
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Never said «Bye» (Bye)
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At least not (Oh)
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Not mine (Oh)
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I look at the sky
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I'm not sure about breaking down a wall
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Too fast
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How to grant a mute
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A minute of his voice
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I have created myself in a vacuum
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In a world of polystyrene
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Where do I find every day
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In my sleep that dream I find?
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It's spring
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The faun has come out of his cave
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New era
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He sides up and takes his place in the arena
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Then in the evening
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Listen to the moon and tighten the armour
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On the parchment, he scrutinizes and study his dinner |