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You know we have to lose We break our minds to choose Between when, what and where The carriers of pain do not discriminate Distinction's in the stars Aw sides Bringing me a vision in my mind's eye Etiquette as a stroke You don't know what I mean and yet you go to it Rain from yourself to the cloudy sky till you are dry Lightning strikes the sun Won't you come on Rain from yourself to the cloudy sky till you are dry Lightning strikes the sun Won't you come on (Merci à Drou pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania