Paroles de 1999

It was a monday morning 1999
He sold his records out
Or gave them out somewhere
He shook his freedom up
It's never late to start
To get yourself another life
And drive the city

Away, away, away
Away, away, away

He left his painting's back
A broken piano where
He played romantic songs
For all the nice girls there
And in a pack of books
He left his idols there
He took his freedom for a ride one way

It's not over yet, over yet, over yet
It's not over yet, over yet, over yet
It's not over yet, over yet, over yet
It's not over yet, over yet, over yet

I'm going down, i'm going down to paris
I'm leaving all i'm leaving all my friends
I'm going down, i'm going down to paris
I'm leaving all i'm leaving all my friends
I'm going down, i'm going down to paris
I'm leaving all i'm leaving all my friends
I'm going down, i'm going down to paris
I'm leaving all i'm leaving all my friends