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(Charles Aznavour / Herbert Kretzmer) |
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Spoken : Somehow, it seems the love |
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I knew was always the most destructive kind |
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Yesterday when |
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I was young |
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The taste of life was sweet |
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As rain upon my tongue |
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I teased at life as if it were a foolish game |
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The way the evening breeze |
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May tease the candle flame |
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The thousand dreams |
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I dreamed |
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The splendid things |
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I planned |
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I always built to last on weak and shifting sand |
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I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day |
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And only now |
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I see how the time ran away |
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Yesterday when |
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I was young |
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So many lovely songs were waiting to be sung |
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So many wild pleasures lay in store for me |
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And so much pain my eyes refused to see |
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I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out |
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I never stopped to think what life was all about |
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And every conversation that |
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I can now recall |
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Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all |
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The game of love |
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I played with arrogance and pride |
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And every flame |
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I lit too quickly, quickly died |
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The friends |
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I made all somehow seemed to slip away |
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And only now |
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I'm left alone to end the play, yeah |
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Oh, yesterday when |
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I was young |
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So many, many songs were waiting to be sung |
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So many wild pleasures lay in store for me |
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And so much pain my eyes refused to see |
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There are so many songs in me that won't be sung |
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I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue |
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The time has come for me to pay for yesterday |
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When I was young |
