.Une chambre de motel sur le bord de la " 117 "
J'attends de tes nouvelles les mains derrière la tête
Je dessine au plafond les courbes de ton corps
Dans le bruit des camions qui montent vers le nord
Déjà quarante-huit heures que j'rêve d'une cigarette
Des coups de poing dans.
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