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This song is by Land of Talk and appears on the album Some Are Lakes (2008).

Freedom to finally taste all that I have been chasing
And now that it's here
Not amused, dear, at just how much time I am wasting
But the nights we stayed up all too late
The red and white stripes, they would blend
Them warm, washed-out lips
Ripped magazines to you
Is all I could send

Troubled heart folded
And deviled right over
Mon coeur, c'est fort
Perdu tout pouvoir

Avec moi, avec toi, avec coeur,
Avec un et c'est pris
Nos têtes, nos langues,
Nos oreilles étaient toujours remplies
Mais les histores et chansons de la perte d'innocence
M'ont tellement hanté
Que j'ai remis mes mains dans mes poches
Et ma langue dans ma propre tête

Troubled heart folded
And devil right over
Mon coeur, c'est fort
Perdu tout pouvoir

Make wrong things right
You get down to the level
'Cause bad things just aren't bigger than you


Written by:

Elizabeth Powell

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