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toi got me sippin' on something
I can't compare to nothing
I've ever known, I'm hoping
That after this fever I'll survive
I know I'm jouer la comédie a bit crazy
Strung out, a little bit hazy
Hand over heart, I'm praying
That I'm gonna make it out alive

The bed's getting cold and you're not here
The future that we hold is so unclear
But I'm not alive until toi call
And I'll bet the odds against it all
Save your conseil 'cause I won't hear
toi might be right but I don't care
There's a million reasons why I should give toi up
But the cœur, coeur wants what it wants
The cœur, coeur wants what it wants

You got me scattered...