On parle souvent des mamma. On oublie parfois les Papas venus du fond de Normandie. De crevecoeur a gaillon. Ils étaient bien souvent fondeur devenus convoyeur de fond.
[Hook]. It's a new world. It's a new you. It's a new me. It's a new us. . [Verse 1]. We all got to live in a lie. Smoking cigarettes like you won't die.
One day, I woke up from bed, all I saw in the mirror was me. The pale face that I always had, the man that I'll always be. But one day a small thought was planted in my mind:.