You left your contact lenses at my place
And I don't know if you can see anymore
Your business never mixes with mine
Everything changes but not the mood
I, who get tangled up
And only really open up when I sing
But I've written you a lot of fake songs and you already know it

It's a bit of a problem of my age
Mistaking a dream for reality
And those castles one builds
Don't fit well in cities
But how can there be a thousand reasons I have
To cling to this panic
For another thousand nights like this (but yes)

I'll make it in my own time
Why not, why not
Tonight I'll kill the DJ
And play a song that no longer talks about us
I know, you'll hate me
But with hindsight (you can)

Conquer the world
Find the meaning
And with hands beating in time
Jump on the bed
Understand techno
With a guy, like Timothée
I play the usual songs
I blow all the speakers
But I still can't hear the music
And I miss the faith of a hooligan (eh)

It's a bit of a problem of my age
Penalties that are denied to VAR
There is a god but he's a rock star
He plays and then goes, ignores his fans
But how can there be a thousand
The reasons I have
To be locked in this madhouse
I make all this hatred profitable, yes

I'll make it in my own time
Why not, why not
Tonight I'll kill the DJ
And play a song that no longer talks about us
I know, you'll hate me
But with hindsight (you can)

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Stop raising your arms
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Can't you see it's a terrible night
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I don't dance and someone hugs me
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) He says, "Everything okay?"
I turn around, "Who are you?"
Ah, it's the DJ

I'll make it in my own time
Why not, why not
Tonight I'll kill the DJ
And play a song that no longer talks about us
I know, you'll hate me
But with hindsight

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