A French boy, he smokes his agony
He is kind to his surroundings but worries away
Picture him in a café
I can see it, staring from the sea beneath him
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A French boy, he smokes his agony
He is kind to his surroundings but worries away
Picture him in a café
I can see it, staring from the sea beneath him
While my life is floating away
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