| When the night is closing
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| Eyes are running wild
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| When I hear you humming
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| All night long
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| The sign I see it
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| Tell me am I true
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| All I need from you is
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| All I see
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| This city’s paved with cold
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| Playboys buying fun
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| Seems there is no hunter left
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| Without his hunting gun
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| Can you feel the light?
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| The air is wild open
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| Oh, you see the light it’s coming through
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| It’s there in the distance
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| Always offered to me
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| Always coming over a hill
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| Oh, your see-saw smile
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| Lasts me all night long
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| Like a siren’s curl
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| When the night is long
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| Now, come hold my hand
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| No bad vibe hearts
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| Hold my hand, you know
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| This journey could be long
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| Yeah, the seasons come in
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| All the nights are woven
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| All the nights, we’ll see them through
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| Ah, no hundred men now
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| Would dare cut into us
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| We’ll go on and see it through
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| (Belle)
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| (Une rose qui a joue son role)
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| (Mon Miroir)
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| (Mon clef d’or)
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| (Mon cheval)
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| (Et mon gant sont les cinq secrets de ma puissance)
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| Now, hold my hand
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| No bad vibe hearts
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| (Je voulais livrer)
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| (Il vous suffira de mettre ce gant)
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| (A votre main droite)
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| (Il vous transportera ou vous desirez l’etre)
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| When the night has come in
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| Your eyes are running wild
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| Then I hear you humming
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| All night long
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| Yeah, the sign I see it
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| Yeah, the times I see it
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| All I need to know from you
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| Is all I see
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| Can you feel the light?
|
| The air is wild, open
|
| Oh you see the light
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| It’s coming through
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| It’s there in the distance
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| Always offered to me
|
| Always coming over a hill
|
| Yeah, the seasons come in
|
| All the nights are woven
|
| All the nights, we’ll see them through
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| Ah, no hundred men now
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| Would dare cut into us
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| We’ll go on and see it through |