| And the time became yesterday
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| And over time you didn't grow up
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| You were my despair ...
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| I told you «It is not done
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| In short, a little seriousness ";
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| And rest "Don't worry
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| Now it's early, now it's not
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| But someday I will grow up "
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| And everything you wanted
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| Right or wrong you got it
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| Without thinking about it for a minute
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| Besides, you never obeyed
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| And you always made trouble ...
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| That it was a race
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| One shot at the world and one shot you
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| To whom did he study a little more?
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| Child, my child, child, my child
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| Child, my child, child, my child
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| What a strange dream
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| Turn around
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| And don't see you anymore
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| And on a Sunday the horses
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| The cards, the bets, the dreams
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| They came to tell me: "We leave him:
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| Now it's big, now you know
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| He doesn't need us anymore "
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| And me with all the words
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| That in life I wrote, I cried and I know
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| I didn't get them to say no
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| And sometimes a little lost in thought
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| In some sheet in some sky
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| I can't draw the stars
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| I want to see you
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| Only time for a coffee
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| And your face and happiness ...
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| But at the bar they tell me that you
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| You always just left
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| Child, my child, child, my child
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| Child, my child, child, my child
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| What a strange dream
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| Turn around |