#Write #Écrire

If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you walk and whisper and look
If you must write prose and poems the words you use should be your own
It is now time to make it unclear
To write off lines that don’t make sense
Daddy’s writing a song, this song ain’t gon write itself
I’ll send a message, some written, one sung
You left a number that’s eight numbers long
Ce qui est dit doit être fait
Ce qui est fait était écrit
C’est comme ça
C’est la vie
Sitting in the studio with my head in my hands
Thinking what am I to do with this music I can’t write?

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