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Fréro Delavega
There is
Pam pam pam pam lam
Pam pam pam pam
Pam pam pam pam lam
Pam pam pam pam
There is the painting there
Birds, the wingspan
Fighting against the wind
There are the edges there
Distances, your pace
When you walk just ahead
Pam pam pam pam lam
Pam pam pam pam
There are the cracks there
Closed locks
Like kites flown away
There is the literature there
The lack of momentum
Inertia, movement
Sometimes we look at things
As they are
Wondering why
Sometimes, we look at them
As they could be
Saying why not
There are the mysteries there
The silence under the sea
Fighting against time
There are the edges there
Distances, your pace
When you walk just ahead
There are the whispers there
A sigh, the adventure
Like tangled kites
There is the literature there
The lack of momentum
Inertia, movement
Sometimes we look at things
As they are
Wondering why
Sometimes, we look at them
As they could be
Saying why not
Sometimes we look at things
As they are
Wondering why
Sometimes, we look at them
As they could be
Saying why not
There is lalala
If we took the time
If we took the time
If we took the time
If we took the time
If we took the time
If we took the time
If we took the time
If we took the time
Sometimes we look at things
As they are
Wondering why
Sometimes, we look at them
As they could be
Saying why not
