Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
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I can't explain
Everyone keeps saying
The same thing
You must be sad
I guess I'll tell you
It's not the same thing
It took a while but I'm doing OK
We played a long time
We got along fine
And just like you I can't believe it's through
Believe it
Me and you
(Un deux trois quatre cinq sixe sept huit)
I'm on my own now
I play alone now
I'd like to say about I'm kind of scared
What if I lose it
I've been known to panic
I make myself sick 'cause I've got bad nerves
I've got bad
(Désormais)
Oh my nerves
(Désormais)