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巴黎 - Ewen Carruthers The taste of the wine and the coffee The cigarette smoke in the air The grace and the mystery the pride and history Etched on the face of a city so for la la la La la la la la la la la la Your cafes and your boulevards The names that roll from the tongue Bouleavard st germain versailles and montmartre Paris you know that you've stolen my heart la la la La la la la la la la la la And the back streets that vie with your beauty I'll hide from my eyes if you can Like the tell tale marks of childbirth A woman will hide from the man la la la La la la la la la la la la Oh Paris I love you I hate you I cry but you do not grieve For one of your lovers you've so many others You don't even notice me go when I leave la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la |
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