And If You Forget

Christ Vs. Warhol

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    I curled against your ribcage when you were half-mad from wine
    The disparity of our voices nagging at my soul
    And tomorrow when we're paying off the credits of tonight
    Tomorrow our bodies count out tolls

    I know you're killing time by slowly miming suicide
    You're more like me than you could know
    I know that my ideals are projected upon your flushed and shattered flesh
    Like a tragic ending... a tragic ending

    Et si je regrette les choses que j'ai dites ce soir... et si j'oublie, personne ne me reppellera

    I know you're killing time by feigning little suicides
    Because we find escapes is the only art form our hands make
    I know that my ideals are projected upon your flushed and shattered flesh
    I love tragic endings...

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    Et si je regrette les choses que j'ai dites ce soir... et si j'oublie, personne ne me reppellera

    Shake it off, shake if off
    Order another round
    Shake it off, shake it off
    If your sorrows could drown
    Shake it off, shake it off
    Order another round
    Shake it off, shake it off
    Toss it down

    Alienation breeds isolation
    Mortality is in fashion
    With our crowd, with our crowd
    Destroying our bodies to feel alive
    Oblivion crown for the weary mind
    Tomorrow, on the mend... start all over again

    And now you're killing time just watching months and years drift by
    You were the finest once, the darling of the city
    Now the sorrows swarm like flies, the girls divert their eyes
    You've earned their pity, seeking their idolatry

    Shake it off, shake if off
    Order another round
    Shake it off, shake it off
    If your sorrows could drown
    Shake it off, shake it off
    Order another round
    Shake it off, shake it off
    Toss it down

    Et si je regrette les choses que j'ai dites ce soir... et si tu oublies, personne ne te reppellera

    I watched the way we talk in the window of the brasserie
    Even in your drunken slur you utter such sweet poetry
    I love tragic endings

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