I remember,
The afternoons of make believe and
Music,
Oh how we’d sing and shout!
And I’m wondering,
How long before we’ll all be leaving,
Every time that I’m in your house.

I can hear it,
The symphony of pots and pans and
Father,
As quiet as a mouse,
Please forgive me,
The way that I still clitter clatter,
Every time that I’m in your house.

Guess it’s only,
Another four walls and a staircase,
I know,
It’s time that I got out,
But Mother,
Your voice is in the walls of this place,
Every time that I’m in your house.

LIKE WATER DOWN THE DRAIN
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Our love is tainted.
Our love is fading away.
Our love, running away.
Like water down the drain.

Our love, running away,
Like water down the drain.

Our love is doomed.
Our love is running away.
Fading away,
Our love is running away

Water in the rain.
Like water down the drain.

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Paroles Pascal Macaigne
Musique Pascal Macaigne