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Dimanche 14 mai 2006
7
14
05
2006
11:04
Illusory love They seems to be in love
Just a beautiful illusion
She twists him around her little finger
He lets her doing it
They are in the worst place
Which can be called the Habit's prison
Love doesn't exist
Just a beautiful illusion
She twists him around her little finger
He lets her doing it
They are in the worst place
Which can be called the Habit's prison
Love doesn't exist
Just an illusion persist
Because love is a panacea
It is unimaginable living without
That's why the majority'd rather prefer
An illusory love than dying of the truth
Beautiful Illusion, Illusory Love, Illusory Love
How can it be possible
To be in love with a human
Who seems to be like us
But it's just a beautiful lie
With a painful truth
Which hide bad heart's secret
Love doesn't exist
Veiled heads, they move forward
Thinking of being in truth
They are totally wrong
But they continue living like that
In their gorgeous gilded prison
They don't wanna know,permitting lies
Veiled, living in the Habit's Prison
Where is the Love ?
Can we believe in?
Veiled, living in the Habit's Prison
Where is the Love ?
Can we believe in?
From my point of view, I think that...
Love doesn't exist
Illusory Looove
Peinture: Magritte °Lovers
Traduction: * En amour comme a la guerre tous les coups sont permis
Because love is a panacea
It is unimaginable living without
That's why the majority'd rather prefer
An illusory love than dying of the truth
Beautiful Illusion, Illusory Love, Illusory Love
How can it be possible
To be in love with a human
Who seems to be like us
But it's just a beautiful lie
With a painful truth
Which hide bad heart's secret
Love doesn't exist
Just an illusion persist
Because love is a panacea
It is unimaginable living without
That's why the majority'd rather prefer
An illusory love than dying of the truth
Beautiful Illusion, Illusory Love, Illusory Love
Because love is a panacea
It is unimaginable living without
That's why the majority'd rather prefer
An illusory love than dying of the truth
Beautiful Illusion, Illusory Love, Illusory Love
Veiled heads, they move forward
Thinking of being in truth
They are totally wrong
But they continue living like that
In their gorgeous gilded prison
They don't wanna know,permitting lies
Veiled, living in the Habit's Prison
Where is the Love ?
Can we believe in?
Veiled, living in the Habit's Prison
Where is the Love ?
Can we believe in?
From my point of view, I think that...
Love doesn't exist
Just an illusion persist
Because love is a panacea
It is unimaginable living without
That's why the majority'd rather prefer
An illusory love than dying of the truth
Beautiful Illusion, Illusory Love, Illusory Love...Because love is a panacea
It is unimaginable living without
That's why the majority'd rather prefer
An illusory love than dying of the truth
Illusory Looove
Peinture: Magritte °Lovers
Traduction: * En amour comme a la guerre tous les coups sont permis