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Les jours tristes (Instrumental) - Yann Tiersen

It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands

And bury your head in the sand

Hard not to make other plans

And claim that you've done all you can all along

And life must go on

It's hard, hard to stand up for what's right

And bring home the bacon each night

Hard not to break down and cry

When every idea that you've tried has been wrong

But you carry on

It's hard but you know it's worth the fight

'Cause you know you've got the truth on your side

When the accusations fly, hold tight

Don't be afraid of what they'll say

Who cares what cowards think, anyway

They will understand one day, one day

It's hard, hard when you're here all alone

And everyone else has gone home

Harder to know right from wrong

When all objectivity's gone

And it's gone

But you still carry on

'Cause you, you are the only one left

And you've got to clean up this mess

You know you'll up like the rest

Bitter and twisted, unless

You stay strong and you carry on

It's hard but you know it's worth the fight

'Cause you know you've got the truth on your side

When the accusations fly, hold tight

Don't be afraid of what they'll say

Who cares what cowards think, anyway

They will understand one day, one day