Time has left me, ma belle

There is the time for loving
There is the time to be true
And there's the time for drinking my friends
and i guess studies what i do
He said you don't with be loving
you said you don't with be true
and i always hope with
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A brûle pourpoint, tu tombes à pic
ma belle mise à mort
mes nuits et tout mes torts, les comptoirs, le remords et mes travers de porc