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There is always the sound Are u hearing it too? How it's weird to leave the town Empty days without u... There's always a fall But it happened to soon How can I see the living all around When I struggle with you... There's always a clock Gods beyond a curve What's the point to give in To desperation...to desperation... Youth in the sun, drowned in broken sea Cruising the summer sands Despite all the bruises coming from the side You'll always be young, and amused, and amused... I MISS U (Merci à Guillaume pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania