With a silent curse, I run through the city
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A coat on the shoulder is a normal thing
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Newspaper in hand yesterday's issue
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I don't look pretty I care about that
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I go to every bar
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There I pick wine brandy
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And then I'm in a hurry not to be late
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And before I say goodbye to her
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I will touch her lips lightly
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We go out into the night together
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She wants me to speak softly to her
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Not to glorify my problems
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He wants to live with the one he loves
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He looks at others and thinks of me
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She admits to me that she is married
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Not to love her man
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And I keep quiet thinking wisely
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Her fingers seemed to be looking for the culprit
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They just fly around my face
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Come on, woman, what the hell is wrong with you?
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I mention cinema in a discreet whisper
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It's sad outside and nice inside
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Expensive money for boring hours
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Don't grieve, heart, I think of you
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He buys me popcorn then
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Salted peanuts
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She's really trying to please me
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And all around us are some hungry people
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The rustling papers in the back stink
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Alas gentlemen what a horrible movie
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Midnight is approaching the show lasts
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We sit in the car and move on
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There is a plot outside the city
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Nice place at the end of the village
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Making love is suffocating air
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A strong light falls straight on us
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It's not normal, so it's a train
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I grab the steering wheel and add gas
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Cold sweat gnaws at my neck
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Paranoia
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Let's run into the dark |