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Midnight passed, the lens distorts
For someone used to nonconformist freedoms
Let her shine with her extraordinary audacity
One more morning, and forget the uniform

Let her go out tonight
Tell temporary comfort
That she dislikes her portrait
And finally live her excesses
Let her escape from you tonight
And maybe be moved
Far from the eyes of the indiscreet
On a French song
On a French song

The next day, the portrait is redone
And her faithful costume reappears
The side effects of a certain pill
Fade with finesse as she recovers

Let her go out tonight
Tell temporary comfort
That she dislikes her portrait
And finally live her excesses
Let her escape from you tonight
And maybe be moved
Far from the eyes of the indiscreet
On a French song
On a French song
On a French song

On a French song
On a French song
In French
In French
In French
In French
Let her escape from you tonight
And maybe be moved
Far from the eyes of the indiscreet
On a French song