Normandy
I haven't been here before
Haven't been here before
I haven't been here before
Where everything sinks in her beautiful thoughts
Where her pleasure is light of a firework
Still on the edge, can't remember the feel
Can't remember that quiet place
Rain and fog
I traveled by train too long
Traveled by train for so long
Traveled by train alone
A familiar sound of a mystery place
I was lying alone with the hands on my face
I was lying alone with a miserable feeling
Of felicity
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