That you’d come back, I don’t expect it anymore
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Beautiful, despite her big black eyes
My dreams have flown away
It’s freezing in my heart
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Indeed, now he scares me
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So what proves you’re a good Patrick?
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I don’t know, he’ll have to tell me
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At 15 or at 30, that’s how it is
You think you’re leaving first
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But there, in your bags, they’re with you
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At every trouble, you’ll see
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For a yes, for a no, you’ll call back
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At the slightest turmoil, we all drew it by chance, the leaving game
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And no matter where you’ll go
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You take them with you
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Dad and Mom, kids in the back, yesterday’s pals
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All the sisters and brothers, the cat, the boxer, grandpa and grandma
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Always someone missing, a secret, a lover, a war, a volcano
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Love’s so powerful, way more than blood
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It’s those we choose who keep us alive
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And if sometimes you lose your way
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If tonight you’ve got no brothers, nor a port
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Are you okay with coming with me
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We all need to know
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That we’re at home somewhere
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Hello, what are you here for exactly?
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As a Patrick Fiori look-alike
I’ve even got his piercing
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No, but that was before
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The mom and the dad, or two dads, or two moms, or 36 stepmoms
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All the sisters and brothers, a boxer cousin, grandpa and grandma
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Always someone missing, a secret, a lover, a war, a volcano
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Love’s so powerful, way more than blood
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It’s those we choose who keep us alive
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In my family there’s
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A land and the sea, a table and some glasses, friends and landmarks
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Songs, hard times, come here so we can hug you with arms wide open
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Always a moment, a leaving, a child or it’s God who comes down
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Love’s so powerful, way more than time
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It’s those we choose who keep us alive
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Tell me, don’t you think we look alike