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Yann Tiersen Les Jours Tristes

It's hard, hard, not to sit on your hands, burrow your head in the sand, hard, not to make other plans and claim that you?ve done all you can, all alone

It's hard, hard, not to sit on your hands, burrow your head in the sand, hard, not to make other plans and claim that you?ve done all you can, all alone

: It's hard, hard, not to sit on your hands, burrow your head in the sand, hard, not to make other plans and claim that you?ve done all you can, all

It's hard, hard, not to sit on your hands, burrow your head in the sand, hard, not to make other plans and claim that you?ve done all you can, all alone