I'm not really Frenchit's just what my passport saysI was born at the foot of a volcanoI was raised by the EarthAnd the first time I saw snowwas when you closed my eyes with a kissAnd the first time I saw the rainbowwell, honestly I don't remember that oneBut I'm sure it was grand!I play dead with strangersAnd my heart is of strawberry jamI know almost everythingBut one thing I don't understandIs why the moths of the nightnever come out in the dayif they're so in love with the lightMaybe their mothers won't let them come out to play.Go on, little moths, fly away!I'm too youngto grow olddon't look backjust let me go, let me go...

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