| Shirtless and faded on the Champs-Élysées
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| The world was ours then
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| I had conviction, but you, you had style
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| Such a lethal combination
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| The years changed us, the money weighed us down
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| We lost our way
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| Let me spoil you, pick a place to go
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| I want to spend my money on you
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| And don’t you remember
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| How this began?
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| You begged me for a chance
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| Don’t waste your sorry
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| No, don’t waste your goodbyes
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| Tonight
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| From hand to mouth and now
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| We’re living lux
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| I order the lobster, and you, the Moët
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| The waitress thinks that we can’t pay, no
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| What does she know? |
| Our pockets are full-grown
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| And we’ve earned the right to fine dine
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| So raise your glass, my old friend
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| For we both know that this is the end
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| For the times we fought and the times we shared
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| I’ll sing you a song the way I used to then
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| Don’t you remember
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| How this began?
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| You begged me for a chance
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| Don’t waste your sorry
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| No, don’t waste your goodbyes
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| Tonight
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| From hand to mouth and now
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| We’re living lux
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| We’re living lux |