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I am the man
And you are the music
And I love you madly
I've loved you all the time
Me, I am poor
And you are beautiful
And you love me from time to time
You love me when you have time
In short, we are not
Not Catholic lovers
Yes, I love you, but I still hate you
It's tiring, exciting
You go out all dressed in black
From my piano, from a guitar
I feel you living under my fingers
But you're leaving
Join the madmen of the night
You left me symphony
You come back at dawn
Love song
But you're so pale and so pretty
That I take you back into my bed
You court me so well
So good love
And you leave well warmed up
On the cobblestones of my city
Speaking of birds and spring
To passers-by
Deep down you see, you, the music
You're kidding me, music
You don't care about musicians
I am the man
And you are the music
Yeah, I love you madly
I love you and always
Eternally
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