Is it you I keep thinking of?
Should I feel like I do?
I've come to know that I miss your love
while I'm not missing you.
We run 'til it's gone,
et les fleurs du mal won't let you be.
You hold the key to an open door...
Will I ever be free?

Comme les fleurs du mal,
mon amour fatal

All my life I've been waiting for
in this perfume of pain,
to forget when I needed more
of love's endless refrain.
We live and we pray,
pour les fleurs du mal I've lost my way.
What is done will return again...
Will I ever be free?

Comme les fleurs du mal,
mon amour fatal!
A part of my life, un amour fatal

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