Or climb upon the back of a great swan
And let it take me far from where I'm stood
Far, far away until at last I'm gone.
I don't want to be tired any more
I don't want to be yawning just like fools
I don't want to be wishing like before
I don't want to be bound by normal rules.
I'll pack my bags and drive back home to France.
Leave all my dumb possessions where they are.
Stand by that glorious river and just dance.
Give all my gentle wishes to a star.
Where is the little button I can press,
To give me strength to handle my distress?
Where is the little button I can press,
To give me strength to handle my distress?
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