She said to me I'm sure I have seen you somewhere before
I said yes I know, we used to be lovers back in 1794
We were in the middle of the French revolution
Those were the times when guillotine was the final solution
I remember we were both scared
Confused and totally unprepared
For what was about to come,
About to be done and never undone
She said: a solution for what?
Come on now, laughing at me.
seriously !
Have you ever seen me?
Yes why is it so hard to believe?
You think you exist only here? don't be so naive.
We breathe the same air but can you see,
I breathe for you, you breath for me.
I feel for you, you feel for me!
Oxygen the essence of the free.
Look up to the sky I told you its a half moon
Don't cry, don't be sad i will be back soon
I'm a man of my word, now I'm here again
To tell you i love you to tell you je t'aime
You are my sweet, sweet guillotine ,
Take me away now, just make me dream!
And I will see you again in the city of sin.
In another life some may call it a film.
Antoine .
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