From underground to the sky there are thirty floors
At the first I hate myself, at the last I love myself
From my head to my feet there are thirty bitters
At the first outlet, the last chance
I would bite your pillow when you dream
Nightmares in the drawer
You are opening up
I would build a wardrobe of memories
I count up to two, three, hundred
I'm involved, yes, but stay out of it

I'm a gentleman, Sinatra
When no one is watching me and I leave the axe
And we will tell each other everything one day or another
We will come back up from the lowest point

Seen from above we are better
Than how you introduce me, than how I introduce myself
Running to the ladder barefoot
Like cockroaches on the lower floors, cries made
Seen from above we are better
Than how you introduce me, than how I introduce myself
Running to the ladder barefoot
Like cockroaches on the upper floors, made Saint, in fact I rise

I hang on to the pen
I'm careful about the height
I'm absent tonight
I'll ease your pill
Abysses, don't cry on yourself
At the PC, hypnosis
Do an encore of golden dreams and sleep
It's been days since I calculated or noticed you
You don't even get up, tangled up with others

I'm a gentleman, Sinatra
When no one is watching me I leave the axe
And we will tell each other everything one day or another
And we will come back up from the lowest point

Seen from above we are better
Than how you introduce me, than how I introduce myself
Running to the ladder barefoot
Like cockroaches on the lower floors, cries made
Seen from above we are better
Than how you introduce me, than how I introduce myself
Running to the ladder barefoot
Like cockroaches on the upper floors, made Saint, in fact I rise

I don't write to her, I make love to her
You don't have a shred of heart
I don't write to her, I make love to her
I don't write to her, I make love to her

Seen from above we are better
Than how you introduce me, than how I introduce myself
Running to the ladder barefoot
Like cockroaches on the lower floors, cries made
Seen from above we are better
Than how you introduce me, than how I introduce myself
Running to the ladder barefoot
Like cockroaches on the upper floors, made Saint, in fact I rise

Seen from above we are better
Than how you introduce me, than how I introduce myself
In fact I rise
In fact I rise
In fact bye

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