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Le Chat Du Cafe Des Artistes by charlotte Gainsbourg

When one is dead than one is dead
When one no longer laughs, they no longer live
When I will have cut the twine
Put me in a garbage can
Let me hang a month
And from there throw me to the cat
Who will refuse my spleen and my liver
But choose the hour for him to eat my heart
And I still stay with you
On your shoulders and your knees
Which I will be because it is necessary to exist
The cat of the Cafe Des Artistes

And if the bread goes missing
I shall be there and do not hesitate
To break my legs and neck
And then eat me like the cat
It will not be the first time
That they will have eaten an artist

When one is dead than one is dead
When one no longer laughs, they no longer live
When I will have cut the twine
Put me in a garbage can
And then they forgot me there
There there there there there there there there
As they forgot the cat
As they will forget my head and my songs

It will not be last time
That they will forget an artist
And then they forgot me there
There there there there