| In looking for a trace of you I’ve all but combed the earth
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| I’ve dragged myself to one end back to where I started first
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| I lose count of the miles and all the bubbles that you burst
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| And at last I realise that I may live or die of thirst
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| In looking for a trace of you I’ve done more than I should
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| The comfort of a stranger’s touch never did me any good
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| I ask again and again if I could have been misunderstood
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| I wait, waiting for what? |
| when I have done all that I could
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| And doucement I will forget doucement
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| I’ll take every step doucement
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| Knowing I’ve lost all hope to find
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| A way to ever change your mind
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| In looking for a trace of you I’ve all but tempted fate
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| I’ve scaled the highest mountains beneath the Milky Way
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| To fall only to find prophets of love prophets of hate
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| To learn what I’ve known all along deep in my heart but could not say
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| And doucement I will forget doucement
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| I’ll take every step doucement
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| Knowing I’ve lost all hope to find
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| A way to ever change your mind
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| Doucement I will forget doucement
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| I’ll take every step doucement
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| Knowing I’ve lost all hope to find
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| A way to ever change your mind. |