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A New Kind of Anger

from A Little, A Lot by In A Random Territory, I Was

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despite the lateness of this dying hour
there are voices in the street
doleful kids or helpless neighbours
a look outside and nothing appears
but my face printed everywhere
makes me think i’m still asleep
doesn’t fill the void
doesn’t make things better
i wonder how much they can think of me
a little, a lot ?
a little, a lot ?

now i sense in here
a new kind of anger
sticking to your every cell
like a cancer
like a mirror
how much of him do they see in me
a little, a lot ?
a little, a lot ?

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from A Little, A Lot, released August 24, 2013
Geoff : chant, guitare
JB : guitare
JC : basse
Jean : clavier
Antoine : batterie

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