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I hope you won't mind if I leave until winter ends I'll let the spring Instill a sense Of pride in me That I haven't felt in years Bring the trains back
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James Taylor Sunny skies sleeps in the morning He doesn't know when to rise He closes his weary eyes upon the day Look at him yawning Throwing his morning
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Sunny skies It's funny you and I we're both so blue Do you feel the things I do Sunny skies I still can see your eyes When you said hello I knew all too
Here, have a flower on me. Forget where you're from. You're in France! Children, come! I'll show you that French joie de vivre! Paris holds the key to
Bams Ton meilleur alibi? C'est moi... Prof, parent, patron, famille, mۭe ton/ta meilleur(e) ami(e), S.O.S Bams c'est moi Moment difficile de vivre
in a penthouse high Our steaks are rare and our martini's dry Folks below they say, "It ain't fair" Hell with them, I really don't care Joie de vivre
too cold We'd stroll down the boulevards together And everything round us was fine (Jacob) Now the fields are dead and bare No joie de vivre anywhere
to their new life Feelings of pleasure, releif and blissfulness With their white vestment they look so innocent They embody the pure joie de vivre Which
let it turn to rust And I wish I had your confidence I wish I had your smile I wish I had your joie de vivre Your innate sense of style And I wish I
Third time lucky and you've arrived If you have any doubts try once more Maybe I was too impressed, he flattered, was blushing He found my joie de vivre
ton livre Que je veux vivre Si tu me quittes, Moi, je te suis Je n'ai pas d'autre choix que toi Pour me tenir en équilibre Je n'ai pas d'autre joie
un satyre, Detenant le plaisir que tu avais de vivre... Reveille-toi ! Ecarte tes paupieres, Je veux revoir tes pleurs me parler d'une joie Que nous avons
un satyre, Dtenant le plaisir que tu avais de vivre... Rveille-toi ! Ecarte tes paupires, Je veux revoir tes pleurs me parler d'une joie Que nous avons
que le monde l'attend Que la terre est si belle et le ciel est si grand Qu'il est beau, que je l'aime, qu'il est ma vie, ma joie Qu'il est un parmi des
were never too cold We'd stroll down the boulevards together And everything round us was fine Now the fields are dead and bare No joie de vivre anywhere
