| As you know, every day that passes something leaves us and so
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| Nothing is the same anymore when I went out and took you to the bar
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| You wore a good suit
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| Waiting for the independence day
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| We were on the right side without knowing we were there
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| But the fact is, I was having lunch with someone
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| One who knows a little more than me
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| With his eyes he crosses the room
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| With a nod he has already asked for coffee
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| But where is America's famous uncle
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| Who takes you to the beach on Sunday?
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| If there is nothing to do
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| And you are alone waiting
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| That love that left with whom,
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| If, if he came back here,
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| You would be ready to give her what he asks for
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| only in exchange for a yes ?!
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| You can compare yourself with martyrs and saints
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| Tell three yourself that you are not afraid
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| And then call me to find a sense of proportion
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| Because you know that I listen to you, I listen to you and I never speak
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| But if you want to be silent
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| In silence then you will explain to me
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| And if there is a real moral
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| In this story, what a story it is not
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| Where everyone has so much to do
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| That he does not think of anything other than himself
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| But where is America's famous uncle
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| Who takes you to the sea on Sunday
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| To spend days by the sea
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| Carefree as my evenings are with you
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| Here where everything is useless
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| One can be on the right side
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| Without knowing why.
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| But where is America's famous uncle
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| Who takes you to the sea on Sunday
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| But what is it you are looking for
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| Tell me where we are going
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| Did you understand that your place was here?
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| Here where everything is useless
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| One can be on the right side
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| Without knowing you are there! |