| It's all been too much
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| Who has seen me and who sees me.
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| I have everything I want and something more.
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| I have risen like a balloon,
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| I have risen like a balloon at full throttle.
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| And those girls that I never dreamed of having write to me
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| Offering me his love without condition,
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| And I think of that boy
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| That he was fighting for a kiss in a corner.
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| And yet the session ends
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| And the lights go out, and the curtain goes down.
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| And the sun rises at dawn
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| And next to me is an unknown girl.
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| Where will my great love be?
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| She is white, black or any color...
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| And meanwhile
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| Here I am... Yes
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| What would you do
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| if one day your life gets like this?
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| You would do it more or less like me,
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| Playing it all in one game.
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| What would you do
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| if everything is put in your favor?
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| success, money, health
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| And love.
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| And they invite me to some parties
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| I don't understand what for.
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| They offer me the most uncertain businesses.
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| And in the shadow of the candles
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| Everyone tries to take me to the orchard.
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| And my friends grow
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| At the rate of one hundred per month
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| And people wave to me as I pass
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| And the house always invites
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| When I have a few drinks in a bar.
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| And yet the session ends
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| And the lights go out and the curtain falls
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| And I see myself in the mirror with optimism
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| And I know I haven't changed
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| I'm still the same.
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| I don't want anything from the other Thursday
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| I take what I have, life is short.
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| I do not regret,
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| In that case…
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| What would you do? |