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C'est la vie
(
David Bowie )
Through my window I can see
If the world is there for me
Will my shadow on the floor let me be?
And tomorrow calls my name
But I don't want to go
Through the burning flames of time
C'est la vie
C'est la vie
With my friends I play the tune
Warm and tired within my room
And the crackle of the fire whispered low
Now tomorrow takes my hand
But I don't want to go
Through the burning flames of time
C'est la vie
C'est la vie
How can I sail my good times
Over the waves of sorrow?
Show me tomorrow
Show me tomorrow
So that I will know
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la
Now tomorrow takes my hand
But I don't want to go
Through the burning flames of time
C'est la vie
C'est la vie
Through the burning flames of time
C'est la vie
C'est la vie
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