paroles de chanson Of Illusions - Quidam
You
used
to
be
my
home
We'd
think
up
the
most
terrific
stories
Making
plans
and
looking
the
world
down
the
neckline
Now
something's
missing
Remember
the
old
bus
stop
It
was
a
mecca
for
drunkards,
one
day
heroes
So
many
times
we'd
cry
up
there
staining
our
shirts
With
cheap
red
wine
Now
i
look
at
you
but
i
cannot
see
you
You
soak
up
your
life
like
a
sponge
And
me,
well...
i'll
drink
up
another
coffee
I'll
keep
on
wasting
my
faith
Let's
write
our
words
up
on
the
wall
'Cos
the
great
thoughts
don't
come
back
Leave
them
here
let
them
flow
They
will
matter
there
An
interview
with
you
i've
seen
in
that
colour
magazine
Confident
of
what
you
want
You'll
make
investments
The
winner
takes
it
all,
takes
it
all
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