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Word and lyrics of the music of Lomepal – No more tears

The lyrics + the music and information on the title: More tears, which is part of the album Jeannine by Lomepal.

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Lyrics to “No More Tears”:

[Intro]
No more tears in the body, no more tears in the machine
More tears in the body, more tears in the body
No more tears in the body, no more tears in the machine
More tears in the body, more tears in the body

[Verse number 1]
Every day, a new stunt—I should have asked for a stunt double.
It's only in my nightmares that I run more, I have a lot fewer dreams, I'm much older
(I'm much older)
Close to my demons, I could almost give them first names
I'm destroying myself, I don't even know if it's bad anymore, my morals and my desires are tangled
Like my favorite idols, I'm hungry for the stage, hungry for alcohol, hungry for fame, hungry for sex
I idealize rockstars too much, sometimes I'm afraid of wanting to join the Club des 27
I just did sixteen interviews in the same day, I don't even know my name anymore
Broken heart, I survive without, no dream will ever be enough

If I have more stars in my eyes
It's to better see the void coming
You want to know how I live?

[Refrain]
No more tears in the body, no more tears in the machine
More tears in the body, more tears in the body
No more tears in the body, no more tears in the machine
More tears in the body, more tears in the body

[Verse number 2]
Leap of faith into the system (together), we covered up the sadness (together)
We took the anti-stress drug (together), always uncomfortable, in parties, in bars
It's not better when I lock myself up without talking, I don't even give the few news that I'm asked for (alone)
Black curtains in the apartment (alone), I don't want to see that we are tomorrow (alone)
I became strong in psycho by reassuring my mother in the kitchen until four o'clock (four o'clock)
She always talks to me about the same atrocious family stories, I already know them all by heart
I stay like an addict, this world is a sauna tell me, will suicide save me?
I will leave with the same face as Kitano in Sonatine

[Outro by Pascale Valentinelli]
When I talked about my mother or when I said, “Oh, that's good,” and told stories, he would look at me and say, “Pfff, you're really, really weird.” So now I have the same status as my mother. Simply because I accepted her, I was like her. Someone who accepts someone else's madness is necessarily crazy. It's strange in this society, isn't it?