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Back To France
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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Levelling the spirits across the boarders in our brain
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Travelling through scenes up and down again
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Holding up the roots by cutting down the tree
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Friendship is the harbour but freedom is the sea
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But whenever you feel fucked up in the hood
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The alien in the mirror lost and misunderstood
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Remembering the beauty of historical romance
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Driving far away
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Driving back to France
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The fact that for most questions answers you have found
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Makes You fight the silence by living in the sound
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And whenever you´re messed up there is yet another chance
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Of leaving all these voices
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By going back to France
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Welcome back to France
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I was driving through your hometown, couldn´t believe this is the place
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In that you use to be another brick another face
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With the same old problems the same eternety
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The same strange marriage between love and superficiality
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In eternety
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Far away from Germany
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Is a place where You´ll be free
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Welcome back to France
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Back To France
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| Another Tale |
