| Let us die, let us die
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| Dying we reply
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| «don't talkto us about suffering,
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| look in our eyes».
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| Let us be, let us be-
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| Our closeness is such that
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| wherever she rests her head
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| in the softness underneath,
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| she’ll feel me — and you will feel me.
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| Je leverai les yeux toi
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| J’ai change cent foi le nom
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| Je leverai les yeux toi
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| je n’ai pas le dsespoir
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| When you laugh you’ll feel my breath there
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| filling up your lungs. |
| And when you cry,
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| those aren’t your tears but I’m there
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| falling down your cheek.
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| adn when you say you love him, taste me
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| I’m like poison on your tongue-
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| But when you’re tired, if you’re quiet,
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| you’ll hear me singing you to sleep. |