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Who takes a wife, takes a country
And who says another country, other morals says
Mom and her, beautiful drama of morals
We exchanged in Morse code and in bites
br/>A dialect of wound
If youth knew
What old age could make him know
Every thing could be in its time
In the time to say it
Everything will come back to me in due time
Because I'm waiting, for you to stick to me
Like the misery of the poor world
In the time to say it
br/>I'll die of laughter again
I want you to stick to me, to stick to me
Instead of having the bit in my teeth
In time to say it
I'll die of laughter again
I'm under your skin and I'm hungry
A real wolf's hunger
But I can't take the skin of the she-wolf
Before I loved him
And I want you to stick to me
Instead of having the bit in my teeth
In the 'time to say it
I'll die of laughter again
I want you to stick with me, to take off
All the paraphernalia that I have on my heart
He who separated us, my wolf and my