| I don't care if you're kissy
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| Or that you play sirens with me
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| Nor that you are so smart and so person
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| Nor that you laugh at my thanks and smile at my sorrows
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| I don't care that you're so available
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| Not even that you have skin that soft
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| Nor that you are drinkable and edible
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| Not even if you have your apartment and leave me the key
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| I will have to accept you as you are
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| I don't care if you know how to cook
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| Nor that your terrace curdles of flowers
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| Not even your skills as a fortune teller
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| To make suggestions or not to put a trick
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| I will have to accept you as you are:
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| one of those women
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| What happens in life
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| Riddles like you for my lover's voice
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| constant, sonorous
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| Don't give it up for lost
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| I don't care what you don't say
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| While you paint your camellia lips
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| I don't care if you get intellectual
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| And read me everything, you look like Babelia
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| I don't care about the silence you bare
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| When I'm already awake and you're still asleep
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| I don't even care about the runrún with which you greet
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| And you recreate the world, just dawned
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| I will have to accept you as you are
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| I don't care if you say you love me
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| Nor that you turn your back on your ideas
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| When you talk to me about a thousand sunrises
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| Without leaving my arms, believe it or not
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| I will have to accept you as you are:
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| one of those women
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| What happens in life
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| gifts like you
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| For my lover's voice
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| constant, sonorous
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| Don't give it up for lost
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| I will have to love you as you are
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| You will have to accept me as I am |