| This time it's the good one, yes, I don't move anymore
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| And the guitar plays, yes, you tuned it
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| Romantic child, child who is now cooking
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| You saved me at the last minute from premature aging
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| And when I call you, you have a tachycardia
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| There is a bit of jealousy in front of my microphone
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| Sweet little girl, little girl who sleeps little
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| Wait for tomorrow to let me know it's not a game
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| But I let go as soon as you are away
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| And then I let myself do some company
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| If I feel bad when you are not there
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| It is not brain or heart: it is from the waist down
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| It is from the waist down
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| I know, it hurts to converse with photographs
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| I know you have to put up with all my obsessions
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| A very docile child, a child who is already afraid
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| Take a place in my insecure life
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| I can't contain myself as soon as you're not there
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| I don't know how to save myself, nor would I want to
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| I don't know how to rest to live more
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| It is certainly not love: it is from the waist down
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| It is from the waist down
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| Terrible little girl, little girl crying loudly
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| I don't want to see my days get short
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| But I let go as soon as you are away
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| And then I let myself do some company
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| If I feel bad when you are not there
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| It is not brain or heart: it is from the waist down
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| From the waist down
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| I don't know how to contain myself as soon as you're not there
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| I don't know how to save myself, nor would I want to
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| I don't know how to rest to live more
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| It is certainly not love: it is from the waist down
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| It is from the waist down |