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| bien-aimé âme You'll find out when you're down and out Scraping up the change that lies in the gutter You'll reach out and touch the hand of love Frothing at the mouth, beside yourself with lust You'll struggle to understand what it is you comprehend Until you're coughing up blood into your coffee cup You'll fall down to the ground below And then, you'll go, away, away, away... |