| I wrote all night
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| Like the fire of my words could burn a hole up to heaven
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| I don’t write all night burning holes up to heaven no more
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| I stood out in the rain
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| Like the rain might come and wash my eyes clean
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| I don’t stand out in the rain to have my eyes washed clean no more
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| «C'est la vie» she say
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| But I don’t know what she means
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| I say «Love, easy, hey come to me»
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| «C'est la vie» she say
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| But I don’t know what that means
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| I say «alright, well C’est la vie»
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| I stood out in the night, in an empty field and I called your name
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| I don’t stand out all night in empty fields
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| And call your name no more
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| I waited for days for your voice to answer to me
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| I don’t wait up for days for your voice to answer to me no more
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| «C'est la vie» they say
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| But I don’t know what they mean
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| I say «love's easy if you let it be»
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| «C'est la vie» they say
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| But I don’t know what that means
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| I say «alright, well, C’est la vie»
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| I say «alright, honey, C’est la vie»
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| Ain’t that just how it goes, honey, C’est la vie |