Correction Lyrics Précieuse (Precious) en Anglais by Sinik

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Mom, I've hurt you, you dreamt of having a son
But I've grown up, I'm not 10 years old anymore, I'm 25, nearly 26
I write from the heart, though it hurts to retrace my words
How could I tell you? I just rapped all the things I could never tell you
I'm full of hatred because your life is hard
I'm cold and I don't talk a lot, but like Father, like Son
Poorly focused student, who lacks discipline
I was the shameless one, the one known as difficult
I've forgotten our arguments and our headaches
I've written the most beautiful sentences in this sad letter
Mom, the damage to the soul is painful
Your life has been hard, I'm reminded when you burst into tears
When things go wrong, I worry about you
There is only one woman in my life, I keep the groupies separate
Because you know, I fuel myself with this crazy dream
To be able to offer you a kitchen the size of a football stadium

I had to carry my dreams, face my fears
Face the ordeal, before my mother's tears
I had to set an example for all the little brothers
Go back up the slope despite the sweat
But I took it upon myself, I said "I keep fighting"
Yeah I took it on myself, I said "I'm going on, I'm not giving up"

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