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There is no doubt, I really must get moving.
It's always the same hour when the sun sets.
It happens to me when I'm feeling down.
Even when all goes well, I feel there are a thousand voices,
who whisper and come to tell me in my ear,
what is it? what is it? what's wrong with you? what's wrong with you?
that buzz in the air like a swarm of bees.
what is wrong with you? what is it? pick yourself up, pick yourself up,
I listen to them, I listen to them.
There is no doubt, I really must go there,
and like every day, a change of scene.
Every time that I want to laugh,
every time that love lifts me from my turmoil, I hear a thousand voices,
who whisper and come to tell me in my ear,
what is it? what's wrong with you? what's wrong with you? what is it?
that buzz in the air like a swarm of bees.
what is wrong with you? what is it? pick yourself up, pick yourself up,
I listen to them, I listen to them.
They guide my route. And me, I listen to them say:
There is no doubt, I really must leave,
and like every year, a change of scene.
It happens to me when I'm feeling down.
Even when all goes well, I feel there are a thousand voices,
who whisper and come to tell me in my ear,
what is it? what's wrong with you? what's wrong with you? what is it?
that buzz in the air like a swarm of bees.
what is it? what's wrong with you? what's wrong with you? what is it?
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