Yes, I’ve travelled far, not wide
And had my share of troubles
Yes, I’ve compromised clear thought
To the joy of uncommon muddles
Yes, I’ve loved and lost and tossed it all
And created quite the flutter
I’ve earned that corner office they wanted
And celebrated with pretty clutter.
And yet, there’s nothing I have done
That has made me feel more human
There’s no story I have told
That’s been told and gotten proven
C’est La Vie, darling, C’est La Vie
What did we do with the days gone by
Where have they gone, what will become
And why does my heart still cry.
Yes, I’ve pleased the ones who mattered
And the one who tried to get closer
I’ve made myself quite available
Wherever I could be the poser
Yes, I’ve quelled the burning light
That was inside me, bright and burning
I’ve given in to those nights
Which come with no prior warning.
And yet, there’s nothing I have done
That has made me feel more human
There’s no story I have told
That’s been told and gotten proven
C’est La Vie, darling, C’est La Vie
What did we do with the days gone by
Where have they gone, what will become
And why does my heart still cry.
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