This morning I woke up
Feeling like I was suffocating
There is dirt in my engine
I stripped away all my ideas
Light check-up of my thoughts
{Chorus:}
Gear, gear
You can't say that I'm bathing in oil
Gear, gear
In the locker room of my garage
We can't say it's bad
If I have grease on my heart
And rust on the meter
If I don't want to do the marathon
br/>If I don't like competitions
And Tranxène knocked me out
I'm sick of it
I'm peeling my brain too much
Games of intellectual...
{in the Refrain}
My spider has had enough
Of being made, of being attacked
This morning, she even refused
His little one, his breakfast
In my engine there's some dirt
I don't want to get gangrenous
I'm going to call a taxi
And the spider and me
br/>We're going to leave
We're going to leave
We're going...
{to the chorus}
This morning I woke up
With the feeling of suffocation
In my engine there is dirt
I stripped all my ideas
Light check-up of my thoughts

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