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Kids like him spending nights dreaming about traveling to France and sitting around in a café wearing a beret and black turtleneck and smoking with a cup of wine on their other hand that dream about romance in the streets a kiss beneath the Eiffel Tower musky hotel rooms I'll never understand you kid I just can't dream that.
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
Dream of France
Kids like him spending nights dreaming about traveling to France and sitting around in a café wearing a beret and black turtleneck and smoking with a cup of wine on their other hand that dream about romance in the streets a kiss beneath the Eiffel Tower musky hotel rooms I'll never understand you kid I just can't dream that.
A friend of mine has this dumb romantic idea about Paris or something like that. I really don't thing I could handle France. Something that I can't stand. Nothing against France.
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
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