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given that you like


Maybe it was my turn To take care of your days To wake you up with coffee And to tell you that you're never getting old To untie the knots in you The most stubborn melancholies Maybe it was my turn I have experience and skills A changing artist by vocation In order to not die You can trust me, leave your heart to me No pain will touch it Maybe it was my turn To a bit of that happiness I'll know to wait for you Tomorrow and than tomorrow And tomorrow...Like a shadow I'll follow you Tenderness is my talent/gift I will not let you down The right distance I Will be as you want me to be I have a certain job too I'm trying, I'm tryingA plumber, a waiter If necessary, I find something to do Nothing scares me Except competing with love But this time I'll do it I'll look you in the face without blushing ...Maybe!If you'd know me For sure, you would not deny me two wings There's such a great disorder in my mind And only you could heal me ...Stay!I am ready to stop here The sky wants it this way Take me flying and then Don't make me fall anymore From this height, you know You can never be savedDo you love me?