CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Spin

So what remains of you and me?
We spend our nights plugged to the chord
It seems that all we once believed in
Has grown stronger than before

Growing sick and tired of all the lies
Now I'm mystified with my hands tied
Yeah we keep on searching 'why?'
So I stay mystified, with my hands tied

So what remains here in the clouds?
Forgive me as I sleep
I'm sure sometime we'll work it out
Our souls they gently weep

Growing sick and tired of all the lies
Now I'm mystified with my hands tied
Yeah wе keep on searching 'why?'
So I stay mystified, with my hands tied
Growing sick and tirеd of all the lies
Now I'm mystified with my hands tied
Yeah we keep on searching 'why?'
So I stay mystified, with my hands tied

Growing sick and tired of all the lies
Now I'm mystified with my hands tied
Yeah we keep on searching 'why?'
So I stay mystified, with my hands tied