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Is your breakfast treating you right?
Is your coffee sugared fine?
Oh well, you told me you would sink in it sometimes
Is the sun burning your skin
The skin you're in sous la pluie
Oh, would a french poet admire me while I sing?
Oh and I'll wear your forehead kisses as a crown
Oh and I'll think of them when I am feeling down
There's a virtue in slowness which we have lost
You drink half and throw half away
And that's a way to be positive but I'm stuck
In the wrong half I seem to stay
The words you're breathing in
à demain, oui, merci
Oh which one of those famous poets will I be?
There's a virtue in slowness which we have lost
You drink half and throw half away
And that's a way to be positive but I'm stuck
In the wrong half I seem to stay