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"I woke up this morning baby |
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The blues was pouring out of me" |
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Cent fois ces mots je les ai dits |
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Ces mots que d'autres avaient ecrits |
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De toute ma voix, de toute mon ame |
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"With all the soul that I can" |
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Le blues comme on me l'a appris |
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"I woke up this morning baby" |
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Mais ce matin la, j'ai compris |
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"I woke up this morning baby |
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The blues was pouring out of me" |
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A hundred times I said those words |
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Those words others wrote |
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With all my voice, with all my soul |
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"With all the soul that I can" |
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The blues like I learned it |
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"I woke up this morning baby" |
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But that morning, I understood |
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La peine aux longs champs de coton |
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J'imaginais de mon cocon |
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Les coups, le sang, les temps boueux |
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J'avais mal en fermant les yeux |
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The hard work in the cotton fields |
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I was imagining in my cocoon |
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The hits, the blood, the mud weather |
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I was hurt while closing my eyes |
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"His baby's far away" |
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J'ai des pardons, j'ai des prieres |
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Mais l'blues c'est pas des phrases en l'air |
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"His baby's far away" |
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I have forgives, I have prayers |
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But the blues isn't sentences you throw in the air |
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"I woke up this morning baby" |
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Mais ce matin t'as vraiment froid |
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Tu comprends du fond de ta poitrine |
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Tous les blues sont ecrits pour toi |
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"I woke up this morning baby" |
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But this morning you're really cold |
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You understand deep in your chest |
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All the blues are written for you |
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"Oh, oh I feel, the blues in me |
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Nobody knows how I really feel |
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Nobody knows, nobody cares" |
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Les mots te brulent un par un comme s'ils |
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Comme s'ils t'appartiennent enfin |
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Ces blues etaient les tiens |
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"Oh, oh I feel, the blues in me |
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Nobody knows how I really feel |
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Nobody knows, nobody cares" |
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Words are burning your one by one like if |
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Like if they are finally yours |
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Those blues were yours |
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De toute ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the soul that I can" |
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Le blues qu'on n'm'a jamais appris |
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"I woke up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me |
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Nobody knows, nobody sees" |
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With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can" |
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The blues I was never taught |
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"I woke up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me |
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Nobody knows, nobody sees" |
