| The summer air was soft and warm
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| The feeling right, the Paris night
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| Did its best to please us
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| And strolling down the Élysées
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| We had a drink in each café
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| And you
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| You talked of politics, philosophy
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| And I smiled like Mona Lisa
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| We had our chance
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| It was a fine and true romance
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| I can still recall our last summer
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| I still see it all
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| Walks along the Seine
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| Laughing in the rain
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| Our last summer
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| Memories that remain
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| We made our way along the river
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| And we sat down in the grass
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| By the Eiffel tower
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| I was so happy we had met
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| It was the age of no regret
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| Oh, yes
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| Those crazy years, that was the time
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| Of the flower-power
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| But underneath we had a fear of flying
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| Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
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| We took the chance
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| Like we were dancing our last dance
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| I can still recall our last summer
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| I still see it all
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| In the tourist jam
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| Round the Notre Dame
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| Our last summer
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| Walking hand in hand
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| Paris restaurants
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| Our last summer
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| Morning croissants
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| Living for the day
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| Worries far away
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| Our last summer
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| We could laugh and play
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| And now you’re working in a bank
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| The family man, a football fan
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| And your name is Harry
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| How dull it seems
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| Yet you’re the hero of my dreams
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| I can still recall our last summer
|
| I still see it all
|
| Walks along the Seine
|
| Laughing in the rain
|
| Our last summer
|
| Memories that remain
|
| I can still recall our last summer
|
| I still see it all
|
| In the tourist jam
|
| Round the Notre Dame
|
| Our last summer
|
| Walking hand in hand
|
| Paris restaurants
|
| Our last summer
|
| Morning croissants
|
| We were living for the day
|
| Worries far away
|
| Our last summer… |