| Where have the years gone, the good old time
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| The uncontrollable laughs which we loved so
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| I see the caracters again, which we don’t forget
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| The one of the decent young girl which I was not
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| A shadow has brushed against me, to steal from me
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| Take my soul, my interests
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| Leave this to me, I don’t care
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| One’s never too sure, I’ll stay careful
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| All the scarring wounds, menaces and looks at us
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| I want no wounds, no hard blows
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| I prefer to dare nothing, to keep
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| One doesn’t forget the origin, the development
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| Which stays and takes root, fatally
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| A shadow has brushed against me, to steal from me
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| Take my soul, my interests
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| Leave this to me, I don’t care
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| One’s never too sure, I’ll stay careful
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| All the scarring wounds, menaces and looks at us
|
| I want no wounds, no hard blows
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| I prefer to dare nothing, to keep
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| A shadow has brushed against me, to steal from me
|
| Take my soul, my interests
|
| Leave this to me, I don’t care
|
| One’s never too sure, I’ll stay careful
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| All the scarring wounds, menaces and looks at us
|
| I want no wounds, no hard blows |
| I prefer to dare nothing, to keep |