Yet another winter
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Families in trouble
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And soups with sour faces
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More endless words
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Oaths, promises
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Our illusions taking flight
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On the winds of fine words
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Beneath our blue, white and red
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Prophets and archangels
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But nothing ever changes
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Still all those childhoods
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Born on the unlucky side
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Parents who give up
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And screens that work
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But whether they're blue, white or red
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Vows, speeches, nothing moves
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There once was a country held up as an example
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That spoke of human rights, equal chances
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A land of good living as much as of hope
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Once upon a time my beautiful country of France
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The weakest who break
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And what d'you want us to do about it
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A bit less black veil
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Everywhere women and men
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Who rise up and give
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Notes that lift again
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Restos against fate
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And people who still move
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And people who still dream
And to still believe in it
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And we still sing
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And we sing again, again, again, again, again