| Because our skies are dark
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| And here we don't have the sea
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| We put the blue in our eyes
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| It's in our eyes that we get lost
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| Maybe it's because of the sun
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| Who forgets us long seasons
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| We want gold like in Marseille
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| We put it in our blond hair
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| I'm from a country a horizon a border
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| Which sounds war, which sounds eternal winter
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| And if you want to teach me
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| If you really wanna get to know me
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| I'm in every word in every move I make
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| A girl from the East
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| Here the cold freezes the bodies
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| But the heat can burn you
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| Everything is intense and strong
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| We don't do things by halves
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| And all that cross, those trenches
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| Here we know the price of blood
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| The absurdity of fighting when
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| We fell on both sides
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| I am from a region of a language of a story
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| Who rings away who rings battles and memory
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| The one who saw me born
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| The one who made me as I am made
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| One land, one character the one I stay
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| I am one of those worthy people
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| And standing in their silence
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| Where word is word, where promise has meaning
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| And if you can understand
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| Who I am when I love or hate
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| I'll give you straight, simple, sincere love
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| Of a girl from the East
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| A girl from the East |