All 'start c' were music and the charm of the rebellion,
c 'were friends and the colors of the night, the first smells of life
c 'were friends and the colors of the night, the first smells of life
then there' was nothing I do not know exactly
at what point, at which point
at what point, at which point
...
I lost
slowly
I found myself ...
hours I'm there
and now I find that I miss I miss
sixteen
I miss my eighteenth birthday
I miss my twenty years'
and so now that I have not even
I miss living!
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