Sitting on a bench for five minutes with you
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And watching people while there's some
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Talking about the good times that're dead or that'll be back
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While squeezing your little fingers in my hand
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Then feeding stupid pigeons
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Giving them pretend kicks
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And hearing your laugh that cracks the walls
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That above all heals my wounds
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Telling you a bit how I was, kid
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The fabulous candies we swiped from the shopkeeper
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Car-en-sac and Mintho caramels for one franc
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And the Mistral gagnants
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Walking in the rain for five minutes with you
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And watching life while there's still some
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Telling you about the world while devouring you with my eyes
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Talking about your mom a bit
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And jumping in puddles to make her grumble
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Trashing our shoes and laughing
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And hearing your laugh like hearing the sea
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Stopping, then going back again
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Telling you mostly about the old Carambars and the coco-boers
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And the real roudoudous that cut our lips
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And f*cked up our teeth
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And the Mistral gagnants
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Sitting on a bench for five minutes with you
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Watching the sun slip away
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Talking about the good times that're dead and I don't care
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Telling you the bad guys aren't us
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That if I'm nuts it's only 'cause of your eyes
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Because they've got the advantage of being two
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And hearing your laugh soar just as high
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As the birds' cries soar
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Telling you at last we gotta love life and love it even if
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Time's a killer and takes with it
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Kids' laughs and the Mistral gagnants
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And the Mistral gagnants