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Do you really think
That I'm sincere
When I talk about you?
Do you really think
That I will strip myself
Of all my pride in front of you?
Don't you think you're a bit naive?
Don't you think you've fallen a bit behind?
Never trust
It's not the men who betray
But their troubles
Their troubles
Their troubles
What saints and heroes!
Do you really think that I'm different
That I'm different from anybody
Who finds themselves one day
Having to choose between him and you
There's no one different
There's no one
Who smiles when he has lost
Never trust
It's not the men who betray
But their troubles
Their troubles
Their troubles
It's a matter of troubles
It's a matter of troubles
Of troubles, of troubles, of troubles!
It's a matter of troubles
It's a matter of troubles
It's a matter of troubles
It's a matter of troubles
Of troubles, of troubles, of troubles!
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