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Avec un peu de chance, Hag sera fusillé comme Guy Moquet.




I'm not the beast they've made me out to be
I've done some good things, I've done some good things
Like you, I have stumbled once or twice
And done some bad things, I've done some bad things
My body is a thing corrupt and wrong
It is guilty, yeah, it is guilty
My spirit is the thing that's dragged along
It is innocent, lord, it is innocent

Oh, separate my body from my soul

Let's go back, to how things were back then
When I was younger, when I was younger
Everything was either black or white
It was easier, so much easier
Now everything it looks so grey
I'm older, now I'm older
Show me a man who deserves to die
You cannot convince me, you cannot convince me
Now show me a man who deserves to live
You have no evidence, you have no evidence

Oh, separate my body from my soul

I tried so hard to tell you truth
But I lied to you, I have lied to you
The things that you learn and know so well
They are fleeting, yes, they are fleeting
You're the one who told me who I was
You said "You're no one", so now I'm no one?

Oh, separate my body from my soul


Those Poor Bastards, No One