C´est Toujours La Même Histoire

I knew the guy well
Who met the girl
I knew the girl well
Who smiled at the guy

He asked for thread and needles
To hang a heart on his surroundings ???

And she gave everything
The thread and the needles
And then her girl’s heart
Received the ???

It's always the same story
I can barely talk about it
I pretended to believe it
Pretend to listen to me

Then I saw the girl
Inviting Sundays
To dance love
In the arms of her lover

If love were pure
If life were strange
They could have loved each other
Until the end of the ???

He first lied
With some ????? to make it
But she could take
The taste that he left

It's always the same story
I can barely talk about it
I pretended to believe it
Pretend to listen to me

I knew the guy well
Who left the girl
I knew the girl well
Who cried for the guy

She cried for a long time
And little by little
Those tears aged
But didn’t heal

Her heart had grown cold
Colder than you’d think
I dared a few poses
The girl was me

No need to listen to me anymore