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Are you counting? The dead?
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A superstition of mine, my fetish.
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I juxtapose figures I hear during the day.
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I add or subtract them.
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They become signs I alone understand.
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To read the future?
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In a way.
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The future's easy to predict.
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It can be reckoned in days, in hours.
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Nothing is ever played out.
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They roam about the building,
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on every floor, in the halls.
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They wander like souls in purgatory.
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Isn't it strange?
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Here we're free, but prisoners.
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As if dead before dying.
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This is still life, Emilie.