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Ce n’est pas possible que c’est l’amour
C’est incroyable
Vous faites me traspirer
C’est parfait

— a prologue by Gavin Rossdale

Behind closed doors and under stars

It doesn’t matter where you are

Collecting jewels that catch your eye

Don’t let a soulmate pass you by — Shirley Manson

Please don’t ask me what I’m thinking, it’s about you. And please don’t ask me I never can see you, what can I do? My first impulse is to run to your side, my heart’s not free and so I must hide. Please don’t ask me what I’m gonna say to you.

I toss and turn, can’t sleep at night, it’s worrying me. I go to bed, turn out the light, but your face I see. It only hurts the more I pretend that we could ever be more than friends. Please don’t ask me why I’m so in love with you — my fave version is Cherie’s

And if she’s got your head all messed up now that’s the trickery. She’ll wanna have like you know how this lovin used to be. I bet she can’t do like me. She’ll never be MC. Baby, don’t you forget about us — Mimi