| What joy
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| If I've been looking for you for a lifetime without finding you
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| Without even having the satisfaction of having you
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| To see you go
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| What joy
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| What joy
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| If I can't even imagine you anymore
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| Without knowing whether to fly, whether to crawl
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| In short, I no longer know where to look for you
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| What joy
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| What joy
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| Without pretending to sleep with your cheek on mine
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| Knowing instead that tomorrow "Hello, how are you"
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| A pat on the back and off you go
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| What joy ...
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| What joy
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| Change face a hundred times to pretend to be a child
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| To be a child ...
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| With a hospitable smile, laugh and sing, make noise
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| In short, pretend that it is always a carnival
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| Always a carnival ...
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| Without joy
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| Go out early in the morning
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| The head full of thoughts
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| Avoid cars and newspapers
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| Get home quickly
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| So much today is like yesterday
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| Without joy
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| Even on trains and airplanes
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| Or on an illuminated stage
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| Make a bow to those in front of you
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| And they are many and they clap their hands
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| Without joy
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| In bed together without peace
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| With nothing left to invent
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| Being forced to hurt yourself too
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| To be able to forgive oneself with sweetness
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| And continue
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| With joy
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| Pretend that basically everywhere
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| There are people with the same problems as you
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| To then found an evening club
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| For frenzied and slightly foolish madmen
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| Pretending the race is
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| Get to the grand finale in health
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| While Andrea is ready
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| With a stick and a hundred teeth
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| Asking you to pay
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| For his meals he badly eaten
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| The stolen dreams, the forced thefts
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| For being killed
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| Fifteen times at the end of an avenue
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| For fifteen years, on Christmas Eve ... " |