| As I sit by myself at this smokey old bar
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| My thoughts gather up and I gaze at the stars
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| History tells what this city has seen
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| In thousands of movies, you’ve been on the screen
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| Well, well, on my french holiday
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| The Eagles of Death Metal, they were playing Le Bataclan
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| The music was loud but this evening was damned
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| Insanity and chaos, a crack in the wall
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| A study of violence, humanities fall
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| I sing my song for you
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| A waltz for Paris
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| Your soul is ready to fly
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| A waltz for Paris
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| At the end of the day
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| The spirit will never die
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| Well, you’ve had to face both pleasure and pain
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| Rebellion and losses and blood spilled in vain
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| And time will foretell 'bout the future to come
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| And what have we learned of this damage done?
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| On my way from my french holiday
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| The german tanks came rolling, no one could believe their eyes
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| The world was at stake in the war of our times
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| But nothing has really changed, still we stand here on the edge
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| But Paris, oh Paris, your beauty is clear
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| So live on without fear
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| A waltz for Paris
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| Your soul is ready to fly
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| A waltz for Paris
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| At the end of the day
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| Your spirit won’t die
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| A waltz for Paris
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| Your soul is ready to fly
|
| A waltz for Paris
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| At the end of the day
|
| The spirit will never die
|
| As I sit by myself at this smokey old bar
|
| My thoughts gather up and I gaze at the stars
|
| History tells what this city has seen
|
| In thousand of movies, you’ve been on the screen
|
| Well, well, on my last holiday
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| I sing a waltz for Paris
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| Your soul is ready to fly
|
| A waltz for Paris
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| At the end of the day
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| Your spirit won’t die
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| A waltz for Paris
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| Your soul is ready to fly
|
| A waltz for Paris
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| At the end of the day
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| The spirit will never die |