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Marka La Première Fois

a se taire Aux timides, aux femmes frigides Qui revent a des amours torrides Ces gens-la Gachent ma joie Je ne comprends pas C'est la premiere fois

I was waiting for a push, waiting for a sign Waiting for the perfect moment to arrive Steady as a clock, caught between the line Living for myself until

I was waiting for a push, waiting for a sign Waiting for the perfect moment to arrive Steady as a clock, caught between the line Living for myself until