| Picture yourself on a city street
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| But with a light like there's no home
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| And this might be a place to live
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| I would be far from knowing where to say
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| If we would see days either better or worse
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| This might be a place to live
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| This might be a place to live
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| Me, I'm a little man, I'm the son of nothing
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| I was blindfolded before I saw the way
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| I've never been told: "come", I've been told: "go where you want" But I wander around gently, useless
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| I would like to do something not necessarily easy
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| I wish I could tell you, "I lived a little for you"
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| It's like a day when we take a walk
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| And we feel that it's going and that the wind carries you
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| Where might that be a place to live
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| It's all night when we talk outside
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| From the quiet dream of a sleeping kid
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| And this might be a place to live
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| And this might be a place to live
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| And this might be a place to live
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| I should be able to give all the time that I have more
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| That I was taken without knowing and not returned
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| That I lost in the air or didn't sell well
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| I would have to be able to find at the bottom of the bizarre moments
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| Where I understand so well that it's already so late
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| Something to forget, I can't afford to believe it
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| But I want to keep even the time of a turn on me
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| Feel like you could one day raise your voice
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| Until you sing words where you will recognize yourself |