| What ever was, do you feel it or not
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| But maybe it's just my head
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| Like a rustle, I'll be wrong
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| It seemed to me a shadow in the window
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| At the window
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| My right hand doesn't know
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| What the left has been doing for some time
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| Kids partying in the big zoo
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| Italy has not yet woken up
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| All the newspapers talk about it now (I hear them)
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| Yesterday they executed Lazarus (I abstain)
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| To make a virtue of necessity (I surrender)
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| I should sleep
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| And don't wake me anymore
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| For a life or a hundred more
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| But think about it
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| I squeeze the gun and stay downwind
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| I turn on the TV
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| The same faces, the same accent hardly
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| I curse you then I fall asleep
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| But from the Messier Chapeau screen
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| He mentions my name and wakes me up
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| The artist-chef will hold his show
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| Diet after the storm
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| Specialists subscribe (I feel them)
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| Only the strongest survive (but barely)
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| We will compete to see who will drink the most (I surrender)
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| Raise your hearts and then throw them down
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| For a life or a hundred more
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| But think about it
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| I squeeze the gun and stay downwind
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| I turn on the TV
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| The same faces, the same accent hardly
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| I curse you then I fall asleep
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| I curse you then I fall asleep
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| And don't wake me anymore
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| For a life or a hundred more
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| But think about it
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| I squeeze the gun and stay downwind
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| I turn on the TV
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| The same faces, the same accent hardly
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| I curse you then I fall asleep |