| I’ll be a word, the first one
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| And that’s how it started
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| A clock that goes backwards
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| Before we parted
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| I’ll be the fine spirit in the eyes of that fool
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| Who chooses politeness instead of the true
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| I’ll be a car racing madly with no destination
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| A boy who’s addicted to his new play station
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| And I can resurrect the princess or king of Morocco
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| John wrapping tenderly around his Yoko
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| A gas station you can rob and blow up
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| A safe to be opened or left in the truck
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| Oh, the day that I was touching your neck
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| Is the one that I’ll never ever forget
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| This is the day to celebrate the end of the story
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| The day to reconquer my territory
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| Life without you is small
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| For you I will climb, always ready to fall
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| This is the day to celebrate the end of the story
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| The day to tell you I’m a little bit sorry
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| Life without you is small
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| I am a phone waiting patiently for your, for your call
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| I’ll be a flag that waves proudly above the heads of the nation
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| Indian, African, Arab or Asian
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| For you and those that you have loved the most
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| I’ll be the father, the son and the holy ghost
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| I’ll do my best once again to get your attention
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| Whatever you want with my best intentions
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| Smoke on the water, fire in your hand
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| I’ll be Columbus screaming: «I see land!»
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| This is the day to celebrate the end of the story
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| The day to reconquer my territory
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| Life without you is small
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| For you i will climb, always ready to fall
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| This is the day to celebrate the end of the story
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| The day to tell you I’m a little bit sorry
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| Life without you is small
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| I am a phone waiting patiently for your
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| For your call |