| Chorus:
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| People are neither good nor bad
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| And they are not to blame for the fact that we see them like this
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| To love and be loved, to love and be
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| To love people like that, to love and be
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| First Verse: Jacques-Anthony
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| I've been going to this for a long time
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| On the clock the fourth zero number
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| I steer the ship and the Black Sea is under me
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| Those furrowed brows again
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| Something again dissatisfied
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| Maria heals from pain
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| These waves heal me
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| The world was ravaged by war
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| My inner world is the same
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| So much I didn't understand
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| You haven't lived so much
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| You understand that yeast
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| You'll understand it later
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| I release the reins
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| I do not forgive who I owe
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| I live every day like this
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| As if tomorrow must die
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| Not for money, but for children
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| I wouldn't want my life
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| To snatch, you have to sweat
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| I boiled like a kettle on the stove
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| There is no time before landing
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| All my demons in a new verse
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| Chorus:
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| People are neither good nor bad
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| And they are not to blame for the fact that we see them like this
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| To love and be loved, to love and be
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| To love people like that, to love and be
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| Second Verse: Jacques-Anthony
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| We have a bitch - C3PO
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| white ass like milk
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| She brings me the phone
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| Doesn't get my million
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| At the moment everything is like in a dream
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| The snow melts quickly, like in spring
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| White blizzard, pink dawn,
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| But I'm hot like Louis Pasteur
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| Wild angel in my bed
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| I softly lay
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| I take paper and go through the tunnels to the light
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| And I shoot with my eyes - give me a medal for courage
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| Get away from the bad news
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| After all, no one loves them, because if it's not a secret
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| Tell me what will be beyond
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| These superstitions have fucked us all
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| I live every day like this
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| as if tomorrow should die
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| Not for money, but for children
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| I wouldn't want my life
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| I took the last iPhone, came out S
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| I am not a warrior in the field, I am in a field of miracles
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| There is no time before landing
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| All my demons in a new verse
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| Chorus: Jacques Anthony
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| People are neither good nor bad.
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| We are not to blame for seeing them like this.
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| To love and be loved, to love and be. |