Poésie Noire - Pity For The Self

1989 --LYRICS:
All the time I keep wondering why
Why my problems always multiply
Not that I often feel the need to cry
But it always ends up to another lullaby

And all the problems come up my way
And they all appear on the same day
And they change my mood from bright to gray
Sometimes they're so frightful they force me to pray

I want break the chains
Forget this awful pains
Clean away persistent stains
Forget this deadful rain
Raise it out of my brain
Hope steaming through my veins
Hope steaming through my veins
Hope steaming through my veins

And when the black cloud closes
It just stopped before the overdosis
And everything is coming up roses
And another bright day exposes

It always contains that sneaky snake
Like small tears stand on a slumbering ache
Like a maide with a hidden leg
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