| It starts early at dawn or late in the afternoon
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| But there is no difference in this
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| The hours you have before you are the same, they are many
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| The same courage demands existence
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| Daily life has seen you and already sucked
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| Like the coffee you drink as soon as you get up
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| And the cold water in your face already cancels your dreams
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| And with need drowns hope
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| And as the sweetness of sleep recedes
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| Start your daily life ...
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| And immediately you worry about things you don't believe in
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| The head full of holidays and idleness
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| And the evils of the remedies are no worse
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| Illness is the boredom of work
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| Toils without purpose, furious and vain races
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| Anguish without a maybe, without an after
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| Day after day your annual desert
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| With the oases in mid-August and for Christmas
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| But year after year, you count them and they are many
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| Those days in the life you have ahead
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| Light hypocrisy, cheap anger
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| Witty answers always given late
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| Warm greetings of anxiety, boredom or contempt
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| Or without their eyes meeting
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| You use her confidences of disease or sex
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| Where everyone listens only to himself
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| Natural fictions in which we work
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| To not seem to be what we are
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| Comfort yourself by thinking that it begins and is already over
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| This is your life every day ...
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| Desperate loves, loves made in a hurry
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| Eaten out of anger or out of duty
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| Which they extinguish in exhaustion with a cigarette
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| Desires born in many evenings
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| Love made in fury, ridiculous contrast
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| After those films of pomp and lust
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| Revenge night where, to be true
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| One betrays the other with the thought:
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| These are the ones you see, live and have around you
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| The loves of everyday life ...
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| Your assiduous fears, lonely joys
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| The dramas that only move you
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| The ambiguous solutions, the various compromises
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| Glories then boasted from time to time
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| Small ailments more and more numerous
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| More painful as the years go by
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| The empty and vain struggle, a pathetic attempt
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| To postpone old age a little ...
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| And then you find yourself old and you still don't understand
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| That daily life has betrayed you |