Beau

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Gogh Van Go - Rock, Pop Rock

Beau

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Il y a rien de plus beau que mon corps dehors Il y a rien de plus beau Feels like I'm made out of clay Feels like the gods have been molding me for six nights and seven days I don't move I don't stray Il y a rien de plus beau que mon corps dehors, il y a rien de plus beau Il y a rien de plus beau que mon corps dehors, il y a rien de plus beau Feels like le mois de juillet Feels like I'm wading in concrete Dance gotta warn you my feet won't obey I won't move I won't stray Il y a rien de plus beau que mon corps dehors, il y a rien de plus beau Don't call me Moses'cause my beards I'm holding tablets doctor says three times a day I'm not your Darwin get this monkey off my back Just show me the phone cause I'm calling for cocktails Feels like its starting to rain Feels like I'm melting and molten Wicked witch hand it to you at least you caused pain Think high gotta gotta fly Il y a rien de plus beau que mon corps, il y a rien de plus beau

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  • Dan Tierney