Après moi
I must go on standingYou can't break that which isn't yoursI must go on standingI'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legsBe afraid of the old, they'll inherit your soulsBe afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your bloodAprès moi, le deluge, after me comes the flood
I must go on standingYou can't break that which isn't yoursI must go on standingI'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legsBe afraid of the old, they'll inherit your soulsBe afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your bloodAprès moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
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Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legsBe afraid of the old, they'll inherit your soulsBe afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your bloodAprès moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
I must go on standingYou can't break that which isn't yoursI must go on standingI'm not my own, It's not my choice
I must go on stan-stan-ding-dingYou can't, can't break that, thatWhich isn't, isn't yours, yoursI'm not, not my own, ownIt's not, not my choice, choice