| My attemps to break free from this raging agony
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| are condemned to failure, I got my hands in the dust again
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| it seems like everyone else has got the cure to get rid of their
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| desperate sides by just doing the same mistakes
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| they say every place has got a word to describe it
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| it´s cool or unsure, it’s stuck up or got whores in it
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| and people know it, it reflects in their minds, they say
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| what to think, where to go
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| you´ve got it, or you´re not sure of it
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| It’s not about the things you want
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| it´s the things that you collect
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| visions and the failures
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| creations, fall-aparts
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| that´s the place where we believe in a new start
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| where lovers start to turn away from their estranged hearts
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| This place where I am it´s getting harder to stand, oh yeah
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| I wont let it in, let my dark light decay again
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| when everyone else seems to find their way out of here
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| I know my diamonds and I wont let them disappear
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| And after all
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| the nights and days
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| all of us who’ve loved
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| we’ve got our memories
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| they can never take them away from us
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| there comes a great peace
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| when it hits you
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| you will cherish the gift of life
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| and when you just say it. |
| if you just have it. |
| for now.
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| in the end it’s all the same. |
| after all.
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| Après tous les jours et toutes les nuits
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| Tous ceux qui s’aimaient
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| On a des souvenirs
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| Ils ne nous quitterons jamais
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| Et la grande paix descends sur la terre
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| Seulement quand on saisit tout ça
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| On appréciera le don de la vie.
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| It’s not about the things you want
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| it´s the things that you collect
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| visions and the failures
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| creations, fall-aparts
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| that´s the place where we believe in a new start
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| where lovers start to turn away from their estranged hearts |