I need the computer to witness things
I need the phone to express myself
And more rarely to communicate
I need midnight to establish a boundary
Between having to say and being able to think

I hate artists, narcissists
But I'm crazy about myself
And they break me
Because they fall on me
All the relationships I buy
And I want too much
And I spend a lot

Tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
I've never been one to talk for hours
Without thinking that I'm doing it
And tell me what it is
And tell me what it is
And tell me what it is
What life really is

And we never have
A true opinion
A sincere soul
A pure emotion
But how do you do it?
You who seem serious to me
Reveal all the tricks to me
Propose dreams to me
Who cares about money
We'll think about that
When we're grown up

The intercom is used to eliminate suspicions
The elevator to save a little breath
And to look at myself in the mirror while you wait for me
I need the morning to justify a coffee
Coffee for my first cigarette
My first cigarette for all the others
I hate cyclists
All the tourists
And I'm tired of myself
Actually tired of you
Who lately I barely know
And I always try to tear you off me
But I can't

Tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
I've never been one to dance for hours
Without thinking that I'm doing it
And tell me what it is
And tell me what it is
And tell me what it is
What life really is

And we never have
A true opinion
A sincere soul
A pure emotion
But how do you do it?
You who seem serious to me
Reveal all the tricks to me
Propose dreams to me
Who cares about money
We'll think about that
When we're grown up

Tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
And tell me how it is

Tell me what it is
And tell me what it is
And tell me what it is

Tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
I've never been one to talk for hours
Without thinking that I'm doing it
And tell me what it is
And tell me what it is
And tell me what it is
What life really is

Tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
And tell me how it is
I've never been one to dance for hours
Without thinking that I'm doing it
And tell me what it is
And tell me what it is
And tell me what it is
What life really is

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