Текст, перевод и аккорды “France”
- The Libertines "France" The ideal girl, In London from France, Came over then left me, she left me in trance, Now I have to get by once again on my own, Nothing but Memories. So I remember your eyes that unique shade of brown, While these blue eyes of mine they stay closed I kissed you goodbye on the M109, I choked as I watched the bus go-o-o. Choking and smoking to your angelic soul, I'm Choking and smoking myself into a hole, Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream, and to cry out your na-a-ame,
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