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ceux-ci soient
ne tournez pas votre tête
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
quand un contrat est fait pour la liberté
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
elle connaît un dégagement bon marché
un mille derrière
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
bonheur
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or

 



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