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Life has been unfaithful |
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And it all promised so so much |
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I am a relic |
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I am just a petrified cry |
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Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir |
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The applause nails down my silence |
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La tristesse durera |
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Scream to a sigh, to a sigh |
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La tristesse durera |
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Scream to a sigh, to a sigh |
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I see liberals |
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I am just a fashion accessory |
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People send postcards |
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And they all hope |
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I'm feeling well |
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I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy |
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Where they patronize my misery |
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La tristesse durera |
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Scream to a sigh, to a sigh |
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La tristesse durera |
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Scream to a sigh, to a sigh |
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La tristesse durera |
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Scream to a sigh, to a sigh |
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La tristesse durera |
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Scream to a sigh, to a sigh |
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I sold my medal, it paid a bill |
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It sells at market stalls |
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Parades Milan catwalks |
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Oh, the sadness will never go |
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Will never go away |
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Baby it's here to stay |
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La tristesse durera |
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Scream to a sigh, to a sigh |
