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Well I hope you're in the olive grove And I hope you're not alone Was I awoken by some presentiment? Or was that a gun? It was probably just a cracker, it's the 14th of July In Montreuil it only matters that someone died Split me open and burn me in two Roll me in summer dew I don't want to hate Marseille just because of this one day So hurry up and rain, complete my day in shame Shame Shame Shame Shame Oh the shame I'm sorry for everything we've done I'm sorry for the glory of the Queen The glory of the gun I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say So what do I do? To whom do I pray? To reserve my lot, to reserve my place I don't even like to think too much about fate Is that fatalist, or naturalist, is it ignorance, wait, wait Letras de canciones Split me open and burn me in two Roll me in summer dew I don't want to hate Marseille just because of this one day So hurry up and rain, complete my day in shame Shame Shame Shame Shame Oh the shame From Letras Mania