| Jacques brel, jouannest, eric blau, mort shuman
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| They hold each others hands
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| They walk without a sound
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| Down forgotten streets
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| Their shadows kiss the ground
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| Their footsteps
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| Sing a song
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| Tats ended before its begun
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| They walk without a sound
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| The desperate ones
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| Just like the tiptoe moth
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| That dance before the flame
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| They burn their hearts so much
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| That death is just a name
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| And if love calls again
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| So foolishly they run, they run, they run
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| They run, they run, they run, they run
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| They run without a sound
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| The desperate ones
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| I know the road teyre on Ive walked their crooked mile
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| A hundred times or more
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| I drank their cup of bile
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| They watch their dreams go down
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| Be hind the settin sun
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| Yeh, yeh, yeh, they walk without a sound
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| The desperate ones
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| Le he who threw the stone at them
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| Stand up and take a bow
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| He knows the verb «to love»
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| Beu hell never, never, never know how
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| On the bridge of nevermore
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| They disappear one by one
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| Disappear without a sound
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| The desperate ones
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| And underneath the bridge
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| The waters sweet and deep
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| This is their journeys end
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| The land of endless sleep
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| They cry to us for help
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| We think its all in fun,
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| They cry, they cry, they cry, they cry
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| Without a sound
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| They disappear without a sound
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| They walk without a sound without a sound
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| Disappear without a sound
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| Cry without a sound
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| Yai, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj
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| The desperate ones |