CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Immune

(Always)

Who are you to salt my wounds?
And tear my muscles
And solve my puzzles
And write those riddles on my tomb?
I think I'm immune
It's easy to assume
When every life I've known always ends in you

I don't think you get to, like, remember stuff from your past life
You just get to, like, carry on wisdom with you
And that's why some people are, like, just not that wise
'Cause they haven't, they've only had the one life
This is their first one? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes I think, yeah, like
What do you think you're on? (I don't know)
Probably just like two or three
I might be one
I feel like I'm getting a bunch of just beginner's luck
Really? (Yeah, with everything)
I feel like you're probably not a one