Le vieux chalet - Thierry Lang

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After all they've made their round repeating all to live in her wall It's Nothing disoriented It's you wearing a mask from the night before she's going places S

It's making me nervous How every day feels the same Meet my phantoms, they never seem to want to go away So they stay I found a good place for everyone I know t