I pull, I pull on menthols
Cigarettes with a laughing scent
I pull, I pull, I don't care
I will shoot at the ambulance
I pull, I pull on the bottle
All my demons are wonders
I pull, I pull at point-blank range
Tears from the last caiman

I shoot at the heart, I shoot blank
I shoot at everything that moves, of course
On the sensitive string, sometimes
The next one in the target, it will be me
The next one in the target, it will be me

I pull, I draw conclusions
Active wrongly or rightly
I make plans on the comet
And the architect's wife
I draw lines, I pull trains
With the strength of my two hands
I pull the worms as they come to me
From the nose of the last of the Verlaines

I shoot at the heart, I shoot blank
I shoot at everything that moves, of course
On the sensitive string, sometimes
The next one in the target, it will be me
The next one in the target, it will be me

The next one in the target, it will be me

Everything is run in advance
At the end, I think
I will take my bow

Everything is run in advance
At the end, I think
I will take my bow

I shoot at the heart, I shoot blank
I shoot at everything that moves, of course
On the sensitive string, sometimes
The next one in the target, it will be me
The next one in the target, it will be me

The next one in the target, it will be me

The next one in the target, it will be me

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