He has an economical look
He has rare words, I like that
He likes the song of doves and the smell of coffee?
And these little things that we done without thinking
He's my man, my flag
My man, the one I need
I shiver I take the water
He's my man, my shelter, my bed, my hero
He would not know how to shine
Or like an ordinary lighthouse, forgotten?
In his ordinary sea
He breaks the waves without seeing
These thousands of lights
That he offers me without wanting it
He's my man, my flag
My man, the one I need
I shiver I take the water
He's my man, my fire, my rest
He's my man, my friend
Who forgives, the one we choose
I fumble, I fail
It's my man who does what he says
It's my man I admire him
My ozone, the air that I breathe
My opium, my day
Oh my man, my roof, my path, my love

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