| Treat me well and understand me
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| Among the best things you have
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| Maybe cool, if it's hot outside
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| And you are not in a hurry
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| Tell me if a magnificent meeting is enough
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| And the best life will be
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| When it gets better
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| The best is always a little further
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| Music is not improvised
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| Which has already had most of us
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| The meaning of everything is not improvised
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| Because you can't everything
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| It rains on the world, I give my umbrella
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| In the whistling wind
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| And I barely save myself ... me
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| But ... just the desire to believe believe that it is not enough
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| Only the will to live and live is not enough
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| But ... I always want to keep you in the face of the sun
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| And imagine yourself in my words
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| The truth already shows us what we are
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| But who are we and where would I go ... you are not there
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| I have walked for centuries
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| Without haste and without purpose
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| Then towards evening I looked in the mirror
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| I was wondering how long it will last
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| This fear so strong and profound
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| For what was not there and is not there
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| This fear comes back to me every now and then
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| Nothing is more true and related
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| Of what you believe and what you do
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| Then if it goes well maybe you are at the top
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| If it goes wrong you don't know
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| What happened and what is the moment
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| Of the mouse you dodge
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| At the last second ... you
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| What happened
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| And if the world returns
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| To smile at you and you to smile
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| To the world ... you
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| But ... just the desire to believe believe that it is not enough
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| Only the will to live and live is not enough
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| But ... I always want to keep you in the face of the sun
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| And imagine yourself in my words
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| The truth already shows us what we are
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| But who are we and where would I go ... you are not there |