Only death brought me up the hill
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A body among many to give phosphorus to the air
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For bivouacs of flames they call will-o'-the-wisp
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That leave no ash, don't melt the frost
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Only death brought me up the hill
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As a chemist one day I had the power
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To wed the elements and make them react
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But men I never managed to understand
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Why they'd combine through love
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Entrusting joy and pain to a game
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Look at the smile, look at the color
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How they play on the face of whoever seeks love
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Yet the same smile, the same color
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Where are they on the face of whoever has had love
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Where are they on the face of whoever has had love
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It's strange to leave without suffering
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Without a woman's face you have to remember
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But is your dying any different
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You who go out to love, who yield to April
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What's different in your dying
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Spring doesn't knock, she walks right in
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Like smoke she slips through every crack
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She has lips of flesh, hair of wheat
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What fear, what longing for her to take your hand
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What fear, what longing for her to carry you far
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But look at hydrogen keeping silent in the sea
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Look at oxygen sleeping at its side
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Only one law that I can understand
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Could marry them without making them blow up
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Only the law that I can understand
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I was a chemist and no, I didn't want to marry
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I didn't know with whom or what I'd father
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I died in a failed experiment
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Just like the idiots who die of love
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And someone will say there's a better way