hypnotized

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Je suis perdu dans l'illusion optique,
avec laquelle, tu m'as magnΓ©tisΓ© et
avec laquelle, d'une manière ou autre,
t'as Γ©gayΓ© la meilleure partie de moi…

C'est un de mes mΓ©moires d'un futur
avec laquelle je vis en ce moment… —
(dans ce prΓ©sent...) — et pour laquelle
il n'est pas nΓ©cessaire de me justifier...

j'ai Γ©tΓ©, j'suis... hypnotisΓ© par toi... dΓ©jΓ 


I'm lost in the optical illusion,
with which you magnetized me and
with which, in one way or another,
you've brightened up best part of me...

This is one of my memories
from a future, I'm living with right now,
(in this present...) — and for which
there is no need for justifying myself...

I was, and I'm still, hypnotized by you...

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