It's past 6 o'clock, I'm coming back from hell
I only have your name on my lips
The world would belong to those who get up
At the time when I go to bed
And if my kisses, my flowers, and my poems
Have no more value for you
I will offer them even if it's you that I love
To the first one who will take them

[Chorus]
Because of you, I make a mess of myself
And because of you, I no longer know up from down
Because of you, my heart is on the right and my eyes are on the ground
I go home when the sky turns the light back on

Because of you

It's damn 7 o'clock, I can't see very clearly
And this bitter taste in my mouth
For people it's tomorrow
For me it's still yesterday
It's about time I went to bed
And if my sins, my tears, and my regrets
Don't provoke anything in you anymore
Then I'll make bouquets of paper out of them
Songs for whoever wants them

[Chorus]
Because of you, I make a mess of myself
And because of you, I no longer know up from down
Because of you, my heart is on the right and my eyes are on the ground
I go home when the sky turns the light back on

Because of you

It's past 6 o'clock, I'm coming back from hell
I only have your name on my lips
The world would belong to those who get up
At the time when I go to bed

[Chorus 2x]
Because of you, I make a mess of myself
And because of you, I no longer know up from down
Because of you, my heart is on the right and my eyes are on the ground
I go home when the sky turns the light back on

Because of you

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