No matter what I've drunk
A turn of the sun without seeing you
I will always see your face
At five in the morning on the ceiling, OK
No matter what I've drunk
I will never be old enough to learn to lead a wise life
If you saw the state I'm writing in
You would surely find me pathetic, but oh well
You're not jealous anymore, we're two
But I hear you talking about him and I feel surges of violence
I thought I had good vibes
But I just smashed my door: dark
Too late even if I remember
I never knew how to tell you how much I care about you
I'm the coldest of all men
But you can read everything in my eyes
Saying I love you, it's for others

Oh, these three worn words
Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language

Oh, oh
I've laid down on the asphalt again, it's super dirty
But I'm so high, I almost feel on the sand
This is not a place to sleep and my shoes know it
But if I had your head on my swollen heart, I could almost snore
1, 2, 3, 4, I quickly chain plastic cups
Around goblins Place d'It'
Unstoppable, as long as my muscles hold
Now, I'm running with just one beer
But I fall with it, and I hear your laughter echoing on the stone walls
Except you're not here and my morale is out of batteries
Need an hour with your pupils
Like before we lived all the dramas
We used to go back to my place to sober up, hidden under the sheets
I looked at you as if I was going to marry you on the spot
It's better than saying "I love you" at every sentence

Always the same words, oh
Let's stay discreet like the raindrops
That mix on the ground of Paris
I just wanted to tell you "I love you" in my own way.

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