Being French is the towers of Les Mureaux
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It's yellow fields and Peugeot tractors
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Bell towers, temples and minarets
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And apparently we know how to live together
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Being French is the roundabouts that blossom
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Flirting with extremes, voting for beauty queens
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Being French is holding up placards
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That little fist you notice on the map
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Being French is trains in the night
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In Montparnasse, in Limoges, in Drancy
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It's loving the mountains, loving the sea
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It's the Pont des Arts, it's Aimé Césaire
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Being French is raising, in October
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A glass of wine to admire the color
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They drink to the next days off, to life
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Or to Ilan Halimi's memory
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Being French is streets that abound
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People marching in the name of rights that rumble
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It's softly dreaming of the United States
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Marcel Cerdan is Muhammad Ali
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Being French is people who unite
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For the time of a bullet or cherry season
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It's turning on the TV, lighting candles
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That bit of soul that binds us
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It's people who dream and who come in
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It's my father's hope in the '50s
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It's a kid learning on a classroom bench
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Another waiting on a sandbank
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It's night in Calais, it's César night
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It's by choice or by chance
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By choice or by chance
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By choice or by chance
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It's by choice or by chance
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It's by choice or by chance
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It's by choice or by chance
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It's by choice or by chance
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By choice or by chance
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It's by choice or by chance