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This song is about a hidden love. Written by Andrew Schisas aka SKEEZAS 

Love in the Shadows

Titre éponyme du 4ème album de Florent Pagny, écrit par Lionel Florence et composé par Pascal Obispo

Savoir aimer (Florent Pagny)

This isn’t a song built for radio.
It’s not dressed up to impress.
It doesn’t try to “win” an argument or pick a side.

These are just the words I grew up with.
The way respect sounded in a kitchen.
The way disagreement felt when it didn’t break anything.
The way family, neighbors, and country used to overlap.

My parents didn’t wear party colors when they raised us.
They didn’t need to “own” anybody.
We could disagree and still share the same table.
We could listen.
We could laugh.
We could stay human.

Somewhere along the way, we forgot how to do that.

This song is just my way of remembering 
and maybe reminding someone else who remembers too.

It isn’t perfect.
It doesn’t always rhyme.
But it’s my truth.
And maybe it’s yours too.

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[Verse 1]
One thing I remember clearly from childhood:
My parents never wore their “colors” they raised us good

Looking back, Dad probably was Republican.
Mom had her own mind thoughtful, respectful, 
Kept the family shoulder to shoulder at one table.

But they didn’t raise us in tribes.
They raised us in discipline and love.
You ate what was on your plate.
You showed respect.
You didn’t have to agree 
but you didn’t get to disrespect either.

[Chorus]
We don’t have to match to matter.
We don’t have to think the same to belong.
Pull up a chair, the table’s still open.
We’ve been family all along.

[Verse 2 ]
They didn’t call people names for thinking differently.
They didn’t need to win every argument.
They didn’t need to “own” anyone.

We could disagree and still sit at the same table.
Still laugh in the same kitchen.
Still love each other by the time the lights went out.

[Chorus ]
We don’t have to match to matter.
We don’t have to think the same to belong.
Pull up a chair, the table’s still open.
We’ve been family all along.

[Verse 3]
Somewhere along the line, we lost that.
We turned differences into teams.
We turned opinions into identities.
We started treating each other like opponents, not neighbors.

And that’s not how I was raised.
And it’s not how we have to live.

Respect doesn’t mean we agree.
Respect means we remember the human in front of us.

I believe we can get back to that 
because I’ve seen it.
I grew up in it.

[Final Chorus]
We don’t have to match to matter.
We don’t have to think the same to belong.
Pull up a chair, the table’s still open.
We’ve been family all along.

[Outro - gentle guitar fade]

To the Table (Live)

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