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You, youa are feeling the hate of your girl |
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While the television is glad |
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There is a stupid face without expression |
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Like in a mahlerian symphony |
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And today the sun is very fine |
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The air is very light |
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While you are like a big shit |
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And the air is light again |
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WHEN YOUR EYES ARE FULL |
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WHEN THE COLOUR OF YOUR LIFE |
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IS LIKE A BORING MORNING |
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WITHOUT A SWEET CONTRETEMPS |
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Take your notes and close your eyes tonight |
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While the television is glad |
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Now, you are the king of all the things |
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Like in a mahlerian symphony |
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And today the sun is very fine |
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The air is very light |
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While you are like a big shit |
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And the air is light again |
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WHEN YOUR EYES ARE FULL |
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WHEN THE COLOUR OF YOUR LIFE |
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IS LIKE A BORING MORNING |
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WITHOUT A SWEET CONTRETEMPS |
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JUST TRY AND HIT ME |
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AND MAKE A BETTER USE OF YOUR NOTES |
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BECAUSE THE MUSIC IS LIKE A GUN-SHOT |
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IN THE SOUL OF ONE OF US |
