cette expire In the tunnel, in the darkness, the darkness was a road. There's peace, there's man and there's something on his side. That's coming back again, awful. It's a tough time. Come on. Everybody's small. Where you can say, That my soul has died away. Where you can say, That my soul has died away. And this trouble in the house, This trouble down the stairs, This trouble in the trouble that is trolling me. Yeah, and please don't say, That my soul has died away. There is a house in New Orleans. Another one you heard about, I'm talking about another house. These four go-go in the cellar, When the Spanish at the Met and Loud. I've broken 100 years ago With a dagger tucked in my mouth. Legends are gold that try to fall. My name is not like me, The way it's nice one. Two, three, four and five. We're trapped inside a song. Well, we're trapped inside a song. We're trapped inside a song. We're trapped inside a song. Well, we're trapped inside a song. Well, this Drife's in Sadest Soul. This Drife's in Sadest Soul. There's drops inside the soul. There's drops inside the soul. There's drops inside the soul. And the night is so tall.