Samedi 28 janvier 2012
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/2012 13:02

What is it that makes me
Just a little bit queasy'
There's a breeze that makes
My breathing not so easy
I've had my lungs
Checked out with X-rays
I've smelled the
Hospital hallways
Someday, I'll have
A disappearing hairline
Someday, I'll wear
Pajamas in the daytime
Times when the day is
Like a play by Sartre
When it seems a book-burning's
In perfect order
Well, I gave the doctor
My description
I've tried to stick to
My prescriptions
Someday, I'll have
A disappearing hairline
Someday, I'll wear
Pajamas in the daytime
Whoa, afternoons
Will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T. S. Eliot
Maybe if I could do
A play-by-playback
I could change the test results
That I will get back
I've watched the
Summer evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle
In my bronchi
Someday, I'll have
A disappearing hairline
Someday, I'll wear
Pajamas in the daytime
Whoa, afternoons
Will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T. S. Eliot
Afternoons
Will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T. S. Eliot

Par Moicani - L'Odéonie
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