Testo France

let's fly to france
eat bread and dance
we'll run through the rain
and forget about the pain
we left behind

we'll bullshit in bars
drive around in small cars howl to the stars
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we'll curse away tragedy
and pray for absurdity
i've got twenty dollars
in france that's nine
but i don't mind
i don't mind

we'll stroll on stone road
and hope for some snow
even i know
the clouds must row
their way outfrom the sea

you'll look at me
and i'll look at you
we'll philosophize truth
and end up confused