I only see clones now, it started at school
Who do you lean on to get out of it?
Here, everyone plays roles dreaming of a million euros
And I grew like a rose among the nettles

I only see clones now, it started at school
Who do you lean on to get out of it?
Here, everyone plays roles dreaming of a million euros

(Yeah, screw the clones)

I had promised you that one day you would remember our faces
I'm not about to shut up
From primary to high school, depressed, I felt like a prisoner
Because the teachers always wanted to grade me
Yet, I liked the classes, I was different
From all those who told me
"Either you endure, or you fight back"
I dreamed of adventure, scribbling on the storefronts
I attacked everything that was forbidden to me
I didn't give a damn about all their sellout TV shows
I wanted to see the world before being called back to God
And, so that people wouldn't laugh at me, I read in secret
While the kids my age talked about cars
One of the guys from that time was peddling Armani Code
And, one fine day, he brought a gun to school
I was shocked to see him with a glock (Yes!)
I don't give a damn about your fucking codes (Yes!)
I was scared, I said it, but I have a heart, I say it
But I'm always there for my fucking friends
Now, for him, the sound of bullets is imprinted in his skull
Those who hung out in the building dragged him down

You should never give in to group pressure
Anyway, when you do harm, deep down, you feel doubt

You should never give in to group pressure
Anyway, when you do harm, deep down, you feel doubt

I only see clones now, it started at school
Who do you lean on to get out of it?
Here, everyone plays roles dreaming of a million euros
And I grew like a rose among the nettles

I only see clones now, it started at school
Who do you lean on to get out of it?
Here, everyone plays roles dreaming of a million euros
And I grew like a rose among the nettles

I am a nomad, don't tell me we're only good at stagnating
Get lost, I don't feel like a homebody
Unstable, don't talk to me about settling down
When you're different from others, they want to beat you up
You're unhappy when you have a dream and your parents don't want it
Drag down, don't worry, I promise to fight
No, I don't like it when I walk around and see
This little one being bullied for weight problems
But who do we think we are? Sad puppets
I write this thought so that Christ hears me
And, in our hearts, we are in the Ice Age era
Aymé? He's more than a character from H
We're not barcodes
You're popular on social networks then your rating goes away, no
We're not barcodes
You're popular on social networks then your rating goes away
People's gaze will lead you to the mirage of the mirror
But, I have the rage, my vision of rap, it's rare
As long as a miserable person will fall asleep in the train
While the rat warms up on the rails

Since we form conformist copies
Who only think about their little comfort

Since we form conformist copies
Who only think about their little comfort

I only see clones, it started at school
Who do you lean on to get out?
Here, everyone plays roles dreaming of the million euros
And I grew like a rose among the nettles

I only see clones, it started at school
Who do you lean on to get out?
Here, everyone plays roles dreaming of the million euros
And I grew like a rose among the nettles

I educate my sorrow by talking about us
I increase my senses like a disabled person
How to find the path that is barely indicated to me?
I feel like Andy Kaufman in Man on the Moon

I educate my sorrow by talking about us
I increase my senses like a disabled person
How to find the path that is barely indicated to me?
I feel like Andy Kaufman in Man on the Moon

Screw the clones
Screw the clones
Screw the clones
Screw the clones

"Those who took all the food on their plate
Leaving others' plates empty and who, having everything
Say, with a good face, a good conscience
"We, we who have everything, we are for peace!"
You know what I should shout at them?
"The first violent ones, the provocateurs of all violence, it's you!
And when, in the evening, in your beautiful houses
You go to kiss your little children, with your good conscience
In the eyes of God
You probably have more blood on your ignorant hands
Than the desperate one who took up arms
To try to escape from his despair"

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