| I know that a day will come because life demands it
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| This day that I dread when you will leave us
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| I know a day will come when sad and lonely
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| By supporting your mother and dragging my steps
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| I'll come home to a deserted "home"
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| I'll come home where you won't be
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| You won't see the things of my heart
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| Your eyes will be filled with joy and happiness
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| And I'll have a grin you don't know
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| Which appears to be a wistful smile but isn't
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| Silencing my pain to your arm proudly
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| I will guide your steps whatever I think or say
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| In the contemplation of a peaceful church
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| To go and give yourself to the man of your choice
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| Who will strip you of the name that is ours
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| To give you another that I don't know
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| I know that one day you will reach that age
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| Where we force the cages having found its way
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| I know that one day will come, age will have flowered you
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| And the dawn of your life elsewhere will rise
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| And alone with your mother day and night
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| Summer and winter we'll be a little cold
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| And he who knows nothing of the trouble we've done
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| He who will have done nothing to ripen your years
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| He who will come and steal what I'm most afraid of
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| Our part of the past, our part of happiness
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| This nameless, faceless stranger
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| Oh ! |
| how much i hate him
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| And yet if he should make you happy
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| I will have no hateful thoughts towards him
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| But I'll give her my heart with your hand
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| I'll do all of this knowing you love her
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| Just because I love you
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| The day when he will come |