Shape Of My Heart 
Composer(s): Dominic Miller; Sting
Performer(s): Sting



He deals the cards as a meditation 
And those he plays never suspect 
He doesn't play for the money he wins 
He doesn't play for the respect 
He deals the cards to find the answer 
The sacred geometry of chance 
The hidden law of probable outcome 
The numbers lead a dance 

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier 
I know that the clubs are weapons of war 
I know that diamonds mean money for this art 
But that's not the shape of my heart 

He may play the jack of diamonds 
He may lay the queen of spades 
He may conceal a king in his hand 
While the memory of it fades 

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier 
I know that the clubs are weapons of war 
I know that diamonds mean money for this art 
But that's not the shape of my heart 
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart 

And if I told you that I loved you 
You'd maybe think there's something wrong 
I'm not a man of too many faces 
The mask I wear is one 
Those who speak know nothing 
And find out to their cost 
Like those who curse their luck in too many places 
And those who smile are lost 

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier 
I know that the clubs are weapons of war 
I know that diamonds mean money for this art 
But that's not the shape of my heart 
That's not the shape of my heart

Quem Te Viu, Quem Te Vê
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
and various other artists



Você era a mais bonita das cabrochas dessa ala
Você era a favorita onde eu era mestre-sala
Hoje a gente nem se fala, mas a festa continua
Suas noites são de gala, nosso samba ainda é na rua

Hoje o samba saiu procurando você
Quem te viu, quem te vê
Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer
Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer

Quando o samba começava, você era a mais brilhante
E se a gente se cansava, você só seguia adiante
Hoje a gente anda distante do calor do seu gingado
Você só dá chá dançante onde eu não sou convidado

Hoje o samba saiu procurando você
Quem te viu, quem te vê
Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer
Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer

O meu samba se marcava na cadência dos seus passos
O meu sono se embalava no carinho dos seus braços
Hoje de teimoso eu passo bem em frente ao seu portão
Pra lembrar que sobra espaço no barraco e no cordão

Hoje o samba saiu procurando você
Quem te viu, quem te vê
Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer
Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer

Todo ano eu lhe fazia uma cabrocha de alta classe
De dourado eu lhe vestia pra que o povo admirasse
Eu não sei bem com certeza por que foi que um belo dia
Quem brincava de princesa acostumou na fantasia

Hoje o samba saiu procurando você
Quem te viu, quem te vê
Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer
Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer

Hoje eu vou sambar na pista, você vai de galeria
Quero que você assista na mais fina companhia
Se você sentir saudade, por favor não dê na vista
Bate palmas com vontade, faz de conta que é turista

Hoje o samba saiu procurando você
Quem te viu, quem te vê
Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer
Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer

Shanty (aka The Friday Song)
Composer(s): Jonathan Edwards
Performer(s): Jonathan Edwards
and multiple other artists



Gonna sit down in the kitchen and fix me something good to eat
and make my head a little high and make this whole day complete
cuz we gonna lay around the shanty mama and put a good buzz on

Well pass it to me baby, pass it to me slow
we'll take time out to smile a little before we let it go
cuz we gonna lay around the shanty mama and put a good buzz on

Well there ain't nothin' to do and there's always room for more
fill it, light it, shut up and close the door
cuz we gonna lay around the shanty mama and put a good buzz on

We gonna sit around the kitchen fix us somethin' good to eat
and make ourselves a little high and make the whole day complete
cuz we gonna lay around the shanty mama and put a good buzz on

Ev'ry night and day (if I can help it)
We're gonna lay around the shanty momma, and put a good buzz on

Quémame Los Ojos
Composer(s): Nelson Navarro
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists



Deja que tus ojos me vuelvan a mirar
deja que tus labios me vuelvan a besar
deja que tus besos ahuyenten las tristezas
que noche tras noche me hacen llorar

Deja que la luz retorne a mi alma
para que lo triste se marche de mí
déjame sentirme dormido en tus brazos
para que mi ser se llene de ti

Deja que mis sueños se aferren a tu pecho
para que te cuenten cuán grande es mi dolor
déjame estrujarte con este loco amor
que me tiene al borde de la desolación

Deja que mis manos no sientan el frío
el frío terrible de la soledad
quémame los ojos si es preciso vida
pero nunca digas que no volverás

Shannon 
Composer(s): Henry Gross
First release by: Henry Gross - 1976



Another day is at end 
Mama says she's tired again 
No one can even begin to tell her 

I hardly know what to say 
But maybe it's better that way 
If papa were here i'm sure he'd tell her 

Shannon is gone I hope she's drifting out to sea 
She always loved to swim away 
Maybe she'll find an island with a shady tree 
Just like the one in our backyard 

Mama tries hard to pretend things will get 
Better again 
Somehow she's keeping it all inside her 

But finally the tears fill our eyes 
And I know that somewhere tonight 
She knows how much we really miss her 

Shannon is gone I hope she's drifting out to sea 
She always loved to swim away 
Maybe she'll find an island with a shady tree 
Just like the one in our backyard 

Just like the one in our backyard

Quer Dizer
Composer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner



Na aventura de um pensamento
Que faz pensar que toda voa
Na solidão de um coração gemendo
Quem chora triste nunca ri, à toa

E saberá o peso do tormento
Encontrará toda novilha boa
E pelos campos quem virá
Alegre quer dizer
Na vida todo dia passará
Louco quem virá ardendo de amor...

Shanghaied
Composer(s): Mel Tillis; Marijohn Wilkin
Performer(s): Mel Tillis



I Played Around In Chinatown
Just A-Passin' Time Away
When Black Jack Red Hit Me In The Head
And When I Woke Up Next Day, I Was Many Miles Away

I Was Shanghaied On An Ocean Freighter
I Was Shanghaied Eatin' Beans And Taters
I Was Shanghaied On An Ocean Freighter
And I Wanna Get Back To Shore, Back To The Gold Coast Shore

They Throwed Me Off In Old Hong Kong
Put Me On My Own
Not A Penny In My Pocket, Ten Thousand Miles From Home
That's A Mighty Long Way From Home

I Was Shanghaied In Old Hong Kong
I Was Shanghaied, I Was All Alone
I Was Shanghaied, Wanna Get Back Home
Back To The Gold Coast Shore, Back To The Gold Coast Shore

I Worked For Grub On An Old Dutch Tub
Wound Up In L.A.
Where A Pretty Little Girl Took Me On A Whirl
And When I Woke Up Next Day, When I Woke Up Next Day...

I Was Shanghaied For The Rest Of My Life
I Was Shanghaied, But That's All Right
I Was Shanghaied, Got A Pretty Little Wife
And I'm Never Leavin' Home No More, Never Leavin' Home No More

Querencia
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Qué duro quererte así
contigo pero sin ti
amando tu cuerpo pero tú a años luz de mí
No quiero saber Por qué
Para qué arriesgarme a que me respondas:
"no lo sé"...
Prefiero sospecharle en otros brazos
y partirme en mil pedazos
a seguir muerto de pié
Cómo romper
con tu indiferencia
cómo vencer
esta mala querencia por ti
carencia de ti...
querencia por ti...
Te miro pero no estás
ni veo un puñal detrás
dispuesto a asestarme el golpe de un 'nunca jamás'
Tu tibio dejarte hacer
no es más que una forma lenta
de desaparecer...
una manera de emprender la huída
a través de este suicida
simulacro de placer
Cómo romper...
Si te adivinara un "no",
sería que algo pasó
cualquier tontería, incluso un crimen, qué se yo...
Y así sería capaz
de poner fin a la guerra infinita
de esta paz ..
Qué duro ver el rostro de la muerte
cada vez que intento verte
más allá de tu antifaz
Cómo romper...

Shanghai Lil
Composer(s): Al Dubin; Harry Warren
Performer(s): James Cagney & Ruby Keeler
and multiple other artists



Temples reaching to the stars, international bazaars
Chummy little Chinese ladies, drinking at those dinky bars
Balmy breezes rom the sea, blossoms in the cherry tree
Everything is so familiar, but where, oh, where is she

I've covered every little highway
And I've been climbing every hill
I've been looking high and I've been looking low
Looking for my Shanghai Lil

The stars that hang high over Shanghai
Bring back the memory of a thrill
I've been looking high and I've been looking low
Looking for my Shanghai Lil

I learned to love her
The little devil was just a butterfly
But you'd discover something on the level
Shining in her eye

Oh, I've been trying to forget her
But what's the use, I never will
I'll be looking high and I'll be looking low
Till I find my Shanghai Lil

Anxiously I cast an eye on each street throughout Shanghai
Plenty Oriental ladies beckon as they pass me by
But my mind just can't erase one outstanding lovely face
So, until the day I find out, I'll never leave this place

I've covered every little highway
And I've been climbing every hill
I've been looking high and I've been looking low
Looking for my Shanghai Lil

The stars that hang high over Shanghai
Bring back the memory of a thrill
I've been looking high and I've been looking low
Looking for my Shanghai Lil

I learned to love her
The little devil was just a butterfly
But you'd discover something on the level
Shining in her eye

Oh, I've been trying to forget her
But what's the use, I never will
I'll be looking high and I'll be looking low
Till I find my Shanghai Lil

Querida Amiga
Composer(s): J.M. Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



Yo viviré una historia, que luego voy a escribir
la radio o algún disco, la llevarán a ti
Conocerás mi vida, casi mejor que yo
y vivirás mi historia, como si fuera tuya
sola en tu habitación
Y es para ti, el eco y el mensaje de mi voz
es para ti, la vida que le pongo a mi canción
y es para ti, mi alma y la espuma de mi mar
es para ti, amiga que me ayudas a triunfar
querida amiga
Después el tiempo pasa, y mi éxito se ira
yo seguiré mi vida, y tú me olvidarás
y un día muy lejano, cuando más triste estés
esta canción sencilla, cargada de nostalgia
nos juntará otra vez
Y es para ti, el eco y el mensaje de mi voz
es para ti, la vida que le pongo a mi canción
y es para ti, mi alma y la espuma de mi mar
es para ti, amiga que me ayudas a triunfar
querida amiga
Querida amiga

Shanghai Breezes
Composer(s): John Denver
John Denver; Ryan & Aimee Engelbrecht



It's funny how you sound as if you're right next door
when you're really half a world away
I just can't seem to find the words I'm looking for
to say the things that I want to say
I can't remember when I felt so close to you
it's almost more than I can bear
And though I seem a half a million miles from you
you're in my heart and living there

And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see
it's the same old sun up in the sky
And your voice in my ear is like heaven to me
like the breezes here in old Shanghai

There are lovers who walk hand in hand in the park
and lovers who walk all alone
There are lovers who lie unafraid in the dark
and lovers who long for home
Oh, I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to
you're in my dreams and always near
And especially when I sing the songs I wrote for you
you're in my heart and living there

And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see
it's the same old sun up in the sky
And your face in my dreams is like heaven to me
like the breezes here in old Shanghai

Shanghai breezes cool and clearing
evening's sweet caress
Shanghai breezes soft and gentle
remind me of your tenderness

And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see
it's the same old sun up in the sky
And your love in my life is like heaven to me
like the breezes here in old Shanghai

And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see
it's the same old sun up in the sky
And your love in my life is like heaven to me
like the breezes here in old Shanghai

Querida Amiga
Composer(s): J. Cambia; L. Favio
Performer(s): Raphael



Querida amiga mia
Mi querida compañera
Yo... yo no te amo
Es lindo estar contigo
Y me gusta que charlemos
Pero la verdad...
Yo no te amo

Sera cuestion de conversar
Tal vez charlar un poco mas
Y que no quede ni un recncor
Entre los dos, entre los dos
Entre los dos

No es un reproche, no
Es simplemente preguntarle a dios
¿Por que razon nosotros dos?
¿Por que razon nosotros dos?

Si era tan lindo conversar
Si era tan lindo compartir
¿Por que razon nosotros dos?
¿Por que razon nosotros dos?
¿Por que razon?

Querida amiga mia
Mi querida compañera
Yo no te amo
Es lindo estar contigo
Me gusta mucho que charlemos
Pero... yo no te amo

Sera cuestion de conversar
O tal vez charlar un poco mas
Y que no quede ni un recncor
Entre los dos, entre los dos
Entre tu y yo

Sera cuestion de conversar
Tal vez charlar un poco mas
Y que no quede ni un recncor
Entre los dos, entre los dos

No es un reproche, no
Es simplemente preguntarle a dios
¿Por que razon nosotros dos?
¿Por que razon nosotros dos?

Si era tan lindo conversar
Si era tan lindo compartir
¿Por que nosotros dos?
¿Por que razon nosotros dos?
¿Por que nosotros dos?

Dagen Är Kommen
((Adapted from: Adeste Fidelis (John Francis Wade) - 1743))
Composer(s): John Francis Wade - Eva Norberg 
Performer(s): Carola - 1999

Versions In Other Languages:
1940 - O Come All Ye Faithful (Roy Rogers)
        - Herbei, O Ihr Gläubigen (Rex Gildo)



Dagen är kommen
Kärlek triumferas
Kom låt oss skynda till Betlehem
Hälsad av änglar, Krist är född till jorden

O kom låt oss tillbedja
O kom låt oss tillbedja
O kom låt oss tillbejda, vår herre Krist

Gud av Gudfader
Ljus av ljusens källa
Människosonen av Maria född
Så Gud sin kärlek för att världen visar

O kom låt oss tillbedja
O kom låt oss tillbedja
O kom låt oss tillbejda, vår herre Krist

Så sjung Hallelulia, sjung i änglaskaror
Sjung alla helgon, sjung jordens folk
Låt tack och ära vare Gud i höjden

O kom låt oss tillbedja
O kom låt oss tillbedja
O kom låt oss tillbejda, vår herre Krist

Evige fader
Evig är din strålglans
Evigt är ljuset från Betlehem
Herre över barnet
Evigt lyser glorian

O kom låt oss tillbedja
O kom låt oss tillbedja

Questa Giovinezza
French Title: Sa Jeunesse
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour;
Calabrese; Garvarentz
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Quando tu stringi tra le tue mani queste ricchezze
I tuoi vent'anni e le promesse dei tuo domani
Quando in te l'amore scende ad offrirti notti bianche
Qundo tu vedi che da lontano ride la vita
Quando tu cerchi in ogni mano una carezza
Ubriacati di questa giovinezza
Non sai che per noi sono contati tutti i minuti
Tu non puoi fermare
Il tempo che... che ti sorpassa
Che passa..
Quando i vent'anni sono un ricordo senza domani
Inutilmente verso di loro tendi le mani
Vola via leggera questa giovinezza
Il tempo di un sorriso e diventiamo grandi
Il tempo di sapere e non ci importa più
E della breve farsa che tu recitavi come primo attore
Resti spettatore
Quando tu stringi tra le tue mani queste ricchezze
I tuoi vent'anni e le promesse dei tuoi domani
Quando in te l'amore scende ad offrirti notti bianche
Quando tu vedi che da lontano ride la vita
Quando tu cerchi in ogni mano una carezza
Ubriacati di questa giovinezza
Non sai che per noi
Sono contati tutti i minuti,
Tu non puoi fermare il tempo che...
Che ti sorpassa... che passa
Quando i vent'anni sono un ricordo senza domani
Inutilmente verso di loro tendi le mani
Vola via leggera questa giovinezza

Shanghai ((aka (Why Did I Tell You I Was Going To) Shanghai))
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Milton DeLugg
Performer(s): Doris Day
and multiple other artists



Who`s gonna kiss me
Who`s gonna thrill me
Who`s gonna hold me tight
Tonight

Why did I tell you I was goin` to Shanghai
I want to be with you tonight
Why did I holler I was goin` to Shanghai
I want to be with you tonight
It was just a little misunderstanding
That a kiss on the cheek could patch
I need you so badly
I`d gladly start all over from scratch

Oh, why did I tell you it was bye-bye for Shanghai
I`m even allergic to rice
Why don`t you stop me when I talk about Shanghai
It`s just a lover`s device

Now who`s gonna kiss me
Who`s gonna thrill me
Who`s gonna hold me tight

I`m right around the corner in the phone booth
And I wanna be with you tonight

Now why did I tell you it was bye-bye for Shanghai
I`m even allergic to rice
Why don`t you stop me when I talk about Shanghai
It`s just a lovers device

Now who`s gonna kiss me
Who`s gonna thrill me
Who`s gonna hold me tight

I`m right around the corner in the phone booth
And I wanna be with you tonight

Who-oo-oo-oo`s gonna kiss me
Who`s gonna thrill me
Who`s gonna hold me tight

I`m right around the corner in the phone booth
And I wanna
Yes I wanna
I wanna be with you tonight...

Qu'Est-Ce Que J'Ai Pu Faire Hier Soir?
Composer(s): Joe Dassin;
Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



Si je regarde autour de moi j'ai dû rentrer très tard
Qu'est-ce que j'ai pu faire hier soir?
Il y a des choses que jamais je n'ai vu dans mon lit
Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait cette nuit?

Y a un collant sur le fauteuil ainsi qu'sur ma guitare
Un caniche dans ma baignoire
Moi qui me parfume au tabac je sens le patchouli
Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait cette nuit?

J'ai des courbatures et ça cogne dur dans ma tête
Moi qui vis tout seul, qui boit du tilleuil, ça m'inquiète

Si je regarde autour de moi, j'ai dû rentrer très noir
Qu'est-ce que j'ai pu faire hier soir?
Après onze heures, onze heures et demie je n'ai plus d'alibi
Mais qu'est-ce que j'ai fait cette nuit?

Dans la cuisine c'est la tempête, ça fume encore sur la moquette
Avant que sonne la retraite j'ai dû me battre longtemps

C'est tout de même pas mon traversin qui bouge dans le noir
Mais qu'est-ce que j'ai pu faire hier soir?
En tous les cas, si c'est bien lui, il est drôlement joli
Mais qu'est-ce que j'ai fait cette nuit?

Laissons-la dormir, je vais retenir ma tendresse
Quand je vais rentrer, elle m'aura quitté sans adresse

Mais qu'est-ce que j'ai pu faire hier soir?
Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait cette nuit?

Shang-A-Lang
William Wylie MacPherson Martin, Phil Coulter
First release by: Bay City Rollers - 1974



We were ripping up
We were rocking up
roll it over and lay it down

We were shaking up
We were breaking up
We were rocking to the shang-a-lang sound of the music

Hey Hey, rocking to the music
Hey Hey, rocking to the music
Rocking every night and day
Hey Hey

Well we sang shang-a-lang and we ran with the gang
Doin' doo wop be dooby do ay
We were all in the news
With our blue suede shoes
And our dancing the night away

Yea we sang shang-a-lang
And we ran with the gang
Doin' doo wop be dooby do eye
With the jukebox playing and every body saying that
Music like ours couldn't die

We were grooving
We were moving
Pussy footing and putting it round
We were bopping
We were hopping
We were jumping to the shang-a-lang sound of the music,....

Hey Hey, rocking to the music
Hey Hey, rocking to the music
Rocking every night and day
Hey Hey

Shang-a-lang
Shang-a-lang
Shang-a-lang
Shang-a-lang, shang-a-lang, shang-a-lang

Yea we sang shang-a-lang
And we ran with the gang
Doin' doo wop be dooby do eye
With the jukebox playing and every body saying that
Music like ours couldn't die

Well we sang shang-a-lang and we ran with the gang
Doin' doo wop be dooby do ay
We were all in the news
With our blue suede shoes
And our dancing the night away

Qu'Est-Ce Que Je Viens De Dire?
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel; G. Augier
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



Dans la salle de classe personne ne murmure
Juste le morceaux de craie sur le morceaux de mur
J'étais mieux chez moi, que dans ces livres d'histoire
Et la voix dedans me dit "tout va bien..."
Dans les rangées du haut, on conjugue le futur
Et moi j'apprends la géo sur les plaques des voitures
J'ai bien fait de m'asseoir à côté des fenêtres
Et la voix dedans me dit "tout va bien, t'as la tête ailleurs"
Jusqu'à ce que ce fou vienne hurler dans les haut-parleurs
Rêveur, qu'est-ce que je viens de dire?
Rêveur, qu'est-ce que je viens de dire?
J'étais ailleurs
J'avoue que j'étais ailleurs
J'étais ailleurs
J'avoue que j'étais ailleurs
Nettoyer la boue dans les trous des vestes "kaki"
Éviter les coups et les balles au bout des fusils
J'ai les mains glacées dans la cour immense
Et la voix dedans me dit "tout va bien"
Mais y a quelqu'un qui appelle entre les tourelles des chars
Y a le doigt qui vise une tête prise au hasard
Je dormais mieux chez moi que sur ces paquets de sable
Et la voix dedans me dit "tout va bien, t'as la tête ailleurs"
Jusqu'à ce que ce fou vienne hurler dans les haut-parleurs
Rêveur, qu'est-ce que je viens de dire?
Qu'est-ce que je viens de dire?
Ailleurs
J'avoue que j'étais ailleurs
J'étais ailleurs
J'avoue que j'étais ailleurs
Aujourd'hui encore j'ai les yeux qui voyagent
Mais personne ne me dérange, on dit "il cherche des images"
"Et comment voulez-vous qu'il arrive à écrire
Si vous faites tout ce bruit autour?
Tout ce bruit, tout ce bruit autour..."
Hey, qu'est-ce que je viens de dire?
Ailleurs, ailleurs...
Qu'est-ce que je viens de dire?
Ailleurs, ailleurs...
J'étais ailleurs, ailleurs...
Qu'est-ce que je viens de dire?
...

Have Yourself A Blessed Little Christmas
Composer(s): Hugh Martin; Ralph Blane
Performer(s): Sylvia Lange



Christmas future is far away
Christmas past is past
Christmas present is here to stay 
Bringing joy that will last

Have yourself a blessed little Christmas 
Christ the King is born 
Let your voices ring upon this happy morn'

Have yourself a blessed little Christmas
Serenade the earth 
Tell the world we celebrate the Savior's birth

Let us gather to sing to Him 
And to bring to Him our praise 
Son of God 
And a friend of all 
To the end of all our days

Let us all proclaim the joyous tidings 
Voices raised on high 
Send the carols soaring up into the sky

This very merry blessed Christmas lullaby

Son of God 
And a friend of all 
To the end of all our days

Sing hosanna's hymns and hallelujahs 
As to Him we bow 
Make the music mighty as the heavens allow

And have yourself a blessed little Christmas 
Have yourself a merry little Christmas 
Have yourself a blessed little Christmas night

Qu'Est-Ce Que Tu Fais De Moi?
Composer(s): S. Cutugno;
Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



Qu'est-ce que tu fais de moi?
Je n'me reconnais plus
J'aimais vivre avant toi
Et je ne vis plus

Qu'est-ce que tu fais de moi?
Je me foutais de tout
Et je suis fou de toi
Maintenant que toi tu t'en fous

Whisky du soir et plus d'espoir
Café du matin et du chagrin
Besoin de toi, envie de rien
Même pas de voir venir demain
J'irai cette nuit me dévaster
Y a des putes plein les bars
Et "À ta santé"

Qu'est-ce que tu fais de moi?
Je n'me reconnais plus
J'aimais vivre avant toi
Et je ne vis plus

Je te revois dans mon sommeil
Tu es toujours là à mon réveil
Tendre ou méchante, ou chatte ou chienne
Je te fais l'amour moins que la haine
Mais regarde-moi, regarde bien
Est-ce que quelqu'un a le droit
De détruire quelqu'un?

Qu'est-ce que tu fais de moi?
Je n'me reconnais plus
J'étais libre avant toi
Je ne le suis plus

Qu'est-ce que tu fais de moi?
Un mal-aimé de plus
Un malheureux de toi
Qui ne veut pas croire
Qu'on s'habitue
Qu'on s'habitue
Qu'on s'habitue
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