At a Parisian party
I vent all my hatred and I die
Like a bomb at a concert
A sun in the hemisphere, I die
My body goes wild
I dance until I'm out of breath and I die
I am a lover of vice
A fucking terrorist and I die

Pour yourself a last drink
I want you to end up on the ground
I want to get high
Taste the atmosphere

Go ahead, forget everything, forget everything
Go ahead, forget everything, forget everything

In this abyssal youth
I'm looking for my ideal and I die
Stuck between a whiskey coke
And a shot of tequila, I die
Rum at my place
I feel there's only one step but I die
That's it, I'm looking for the exit
The meaning of my life and I die

Pour yourself a last drink
I want you to end up on the ground
I want to get high
Taste the atmosphere

I excel my vocabulary in booze (ha ha)
I socialize, I improvise (ha ha)
I minimize my analysis (ha ha)
I heal in alcoholism (ha ha)
Deep down, I think I'm dying
Deep down, I think I'm dying

Pour yourself a last drink
I want you to end up on the ground
I want to get high
Taste the atmosphere

(Taste the atmosphere)
(Taste the atmosphere)
(Taste the atmosphere)
(Taste the atmosphere)

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