| In the space destined for my future
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| I have to shine a constellation of smiles
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| And I go over the years, I mean
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| Only that there's no need to waste time cursing yourself
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| In the effervescence hard to wedge the bubble
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| There is room for those who exert themselves
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| And sweat under the sweater!
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| My fixed idea, my horizon
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| I made a choice
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| My fixed idea, my horizon
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| I made a choice
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| It's up to me to make it good!
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| As if life wanted to test our determination
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| There are the undecided and the others who take action
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| It don't matter what you believe, what you think
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| That's what we do, risk is resistance
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| We built walls and cut down nature
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| The man is feminized and yet remains immature
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| My fixed idea, my horizon
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| I made a choice
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| My fixed idea, my horizon
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| I made a choice
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| It's up to me to make it good!
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| Torn between the good we aim for and the evil we do
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| Manichaeism and its grip, I know it's more complicated
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| Nuanced chiaroscuro, I put in a closed cupboard
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| All the paintings in my life that I couldn't frame anymore!
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| My fixed idea, my horizon
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| I made a choice
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| My fixed idea, my horizon
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| I made a choice
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| It's up to me to make it good!
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| In the space destined for my future
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| I have to shine a constellation of smiles!
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| My fixed idea, my horizon
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| I made a choice
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| It's up to me to make it good!
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| I made a choice
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| It's up to me to make it good!
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| I made a choice
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| It's up to me to make it good! |