Les Mains Libres

Smelling of the sea, sentiment of me
I can't remember the last time
But it's enough for me

Nothing gold, no sand or cash
Better save up for this one
I'll owe you one after that

You took the chest
And kept it safe
From my hands
So keep it in the silence
Keep it in the north
And i'll make the earth for you

Because it's hard to find
And it goes up in smoke

Just remember the last time
You know the way, so let it



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Writer(s): Perrine Faivre D'arcier
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