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The place you could find me is the Parterre encounter the enemy Just pardon me the expression para-professional paraplegia in relationship to narrow minded I'm not a pardoner I am a Loser I've not a silhuette I am a whooper Recover someone's affection doesn't exactly mean recover one's balance recover one's breath recover one's legs give up with sense the recovery of a hidden treasure never happens to myself She puts herself before everything else We thought to be one's second self the self absorption as a defence less, less, less love of myself considering that a useless form of self love self deafiting, self attractive, attraction of herself a counter propaganda of what love truely is a counter part of myseld... encounter the enemies, infinite the enemies (Thanks to Scoff89 for these lyrics) From Letras Mania