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Happier in France
Another day just like the last
Another future present in the past
How could you tell we wouldn't last
Said I saw you at the dance
Guess I thought you looked happier in France
Never told you though
You stare down at me over your nose
You're laying back in the second row
Like you can't even see the disgusted stares
These days keep on wearing on me
I never thought I could break
But all I've done is cry
And not even for my sake
