Life is strange
Life is a whore
But one day you take her to bed and then you find out she loves you
And no matter how much I've sweated
To be where I am
A river is not enough to extinguish this fire inside me

And I hoped for it
I knew it
I knew I would win and I'm still raving
Happy even if rejected
And I'm short of breath
Sometimes in the evening
But I think it's in relation to how much one hopes for it

And she listens to me
Naked from the eyes to the heart
I, who with the keys of this piano, have always made love
She is jealous of how much I play in the evening, but the piano was here
When the rest of the world wasn't

I'm not sure where I'll go
But if it snows, I'll leave
Sometimes I just want to keep them for myself
The usual fears to live with

Sometimes it's strange
But it's like I don't deserve to have what I have
To feel that it can be enough for me
I believe that this music has certainly blessed me
But it has made every drop capable of piercing my roof
Maybe a writer desires a lack
Wants to take away from his life to give to his own pen

It's funny
To sacrifice the days to be able to write
It makes me cry
To see you tired of this game that starts from my character

But when I tell you that I exist in function of this
I mean that I have a mission
That I live and write for this
And I know it well
I should have a life too
But I chose to use mine to create a collective one

I'm not sure where I'll go
But if it snows, I'll leave
Sometimes I just want to keep them for myself
The usual fears to live with

And I know it well
I should have a life too
But I chose to use mine to create a collective one

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