paroles de chanson La Demeure - Stereolab
                                                People 
                                                are 
                                                pressed,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Liberties 
                                                crushed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shouldn't 
                                                it 
                                                resound
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cry 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                soul?
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                so 
                                                faint 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                hear 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                it's 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Somewhere, 
                                                somewhere, 
                                                somewhere
 
                                    
                                
                                                Men 
                                                could 
                                                ask 
                                                for 
                                                happiness
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                could 
                                                ask 
                                                for 
                                                brotherhood
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                not 
                                                    a 
                                                lonely 
                                                crowd
 
                                    
                                
                                                Natural 
                                                was 
                                                impersonal,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                non 
                                                individual
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                strangers 
                                                were 
                                                not 
                                                    a 
                                                threat
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                more 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                potential
 
                                    
                                
                                                Public 
                                                space 
                                                was 
                                                wide 
                                                open
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                relevance 
                                                was 
                                                action
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beyond 
                                                the 
                                                cry,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lies 
                                                the 
                                                meaning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Common 
                                                language
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                belonging
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                throttled, 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                confused
 
                                    
                                
                                                Has 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Somewhere, 
                                                somewhere, 
                                                somewhere
 
                                    
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