Two Sisters

Fiction Plane

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I'm in love with two sisters only weapons can decide Whose bed I share tonight                   And a cold Mr Mister, he has got me in his sights If he shoots me down he has every right          Sharpened knives, I don't want to miss the last train Bullets fly,     each one screams my name Gorgeous eyes, to the right and to the left of me Gorgeous eyes that make me do it again My heart don't stop so judge me not   I think I think I think I think I'm in love with two sisters only weapons can decide Who's bed I share tonight And a cold Mr. Mister he has got me in his sights If he shoots me down he has every right Hit the lights, how fast you gonna run today Jesus'eyes, oh minister curse my name I got skinned alive by the wolves you always left to me If I survive damn straight I'd do it again My heart don't stop so judge me not I think I think I think I think I'm in love with two sisters only weapons can decide Who's bed I share tonight And a cold Mr. Mister he has got me in his sights If he shoots me down he has every right   Take me back to the simple love I can't dance no more in these murderous gloves, I see   I feel the heartbeat in my brain, oh oh ohhh   I can't get out of the hole I dug Took a double of a deadly drug Life was so simple yesterday Oh, oh, oh... I'm in love with two sisters only weapons can decide Who's bed I share tonight And a cold Mr. Mister he has got me in his sights If he shoots me down he has every right I'm in love with two sisters only weapons can decide Who's bed I share tonight And a cold Mr. Mister he has got me in his sights If he shoots me down he has every right

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La chanson évoque un dilemme amoureux complexe, où le narrateur se retrouve tiraillé entre deux sœurs, avec une tension sous-jacente, presque violente, qui laisse le choix dépendre de circonstances extérieures. Un protagoniste, symbolisé par l'image d'un mystérieux tireur, semble avoir un pouvoir sur son destin, ce qui souligne le conflit émotionnel sous-jacent. Le tout est assombri par une métaphore de la lutte intérieure et des dangers qui menacent, illustrant une vie tourmentée où chaque décision pourrait mener à des conséquences fatales. On ressent une nostalgie pour des amours simples, tout en étant pris dans un tourbillon passionné mais périlleux. C'est une sorte de lutte entre le cœur et la réalité cruelle de la vie.