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A big sun
Angels all over the sky
On the big day, Mr. Priest
Judgment Day
One more drink
Before closing the earth
It lasts forever
Judgment Day
We will know
Finally the end of the story
Told so many times
Sunday under the bell tower
We're going to go up
Slowly fly away
In the ranks of the great army
False collars and turtlenecks
And too bad for Italy
And too bad for St-Tropez
And too bad for our love
He started so well
You see below
Everything has already stopped
Birds, hoops, trains
It looks like the Grévin museum
The wind, the rain
Finished their pretty song
And time returns its hourglass
Since there is nothing left to count
A big sun
Angels all over the sky
On the big day, Mr. Priest
Judgment Day
And so much the better for Italy
And so much the better for St-Tropez
And so much the better for our love
It might not have lasted
Look well
The one now who comes
You see it, there, in the light
What my father may be like
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