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With a little innocent look
You say black when I say white
You are my prettiest torment
And yet
Yet when you're not there
The house misses you
I have winter deep inside me
I'm so cold
I play you on my guitar
All the best of Mozart
But you yawn without regard
And yet
Yet when you're not there
My guitar no longer has its "la"
She is nothing more than a piece of wood
In my arms
Ah my God, how sad life is without love
And I listen to the rain falling throughout the days
When I flatten my finger
With a clumsy hammer blow
Of course you laugh out loud
And yet
Yet I will cut off my hand
As long as I'm certain
To have fun tomorrow
With you
Ah my God, how sad life is without love
And I listen to the rain falling throughout the days
Your photo near the phone
Smiles at me every time it rings
And I live again every moment
In spring
But in my house, there is no one anymore
I gagged on the phone
And I put you in absent hearts
With an absent heart
Ah my God, how sad life is without love
And I listen to the rain falling throughout the days
Ah my God, how sad life is without love
And I listen to the rain falling throughout the days
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