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Sangtekst: Hannah Jane Fox. French Things.

I could lose myself I you
I could let go of
The things that keep me down at heal
I could risk myself on you
I could be parted
With things that I hold deal to me
Cos I stare outside my window
It always starts to rain
I feel stuck inside a day
That never seems to end

Take me on a plane
Like we?re in a film
Like one of those black and white
French things
Take me on a plane
Like we?re on the run
Just go get lost someplace
We?ve always wanted to go
And let's not tell anyone

We could build a little house
Try to live off
The land the runs around our minds
And we could disappear completely
We could be part of
Our own little earthly tribe


And let's not take the small things
The things that stress me out
Cos you?re the only thing
That I could never leave without

Take me on a plane
Like we?re in a film
Like one of those
Black and white French things
Take me on a plane
Like we?re on the run
Just go get lost someplace
We?ve always wanted to go

We?ll leave at sunrise
You can turn up in disguise
Tell me where should we go
Take me take me tonight
I really need to know
I?m on that flight
To anywhere
just somewhere else but here

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